Do you remember when you were young?
The most important issue was which side of your paper you drew the half shown sun.
Wearing whatever clothes my mom threw in my direction,
Not worried about the constant objectification,
If my shoulders showed,
If I was treated more as an intentional distraction than a human.
If my body would serve to ruin someone’s career,
Because they could not keep their eyes off a child they barely knew for a year.
Living in constant discomfort, unsettling fear.
Simply because I wore the clothes sold to me.
Was my intent lost in translation? Were the societal rules thrown at me unclear?
I remember when I was youthful.
Before I was shown ruthless behavior, and before I craved approval.
Emma After Hours 