Small Poem by Evelyn Norcott
Small
I've always heard ‘little' with a tone of endearment
all my friends tell me so, and in the forest of a bustling corridor
it's hard to be anything other than ‘small'
but I am far from undersized:
I am roaring thunder in thought
A vast ocean of ambition
My hands carry sunlight
In sweeping winds of inspiration
I am my huge heart
And immeasurable abilities
Yes, I may be small
But do not condense me to my mortal form
I am so much more than just a ‘little girl'.
Being both young and a *small* person, I am often undermined and underestimated, its a tad tiring if I'm honest. Maybe small is meant a complement, given the medias representation of beauty, but I am not just this little body, and I can only wish to stop being viewed this way. I don't know where my mind is, I think the poem says it better than this rambling, so read that again haha!
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