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I was around twelve, my first attempt,
Maybe a little younger or older—
Still too young.
I should have been worried about my test grade in science,
Not about whether my parents really cared.
The next attempt was two years later,
I was around fourteen,
Maybe a little younger or older—
Still too young.
I should have been worried about if I was going to make the volleyball team
Not whether if I didn't make it would change how people treated me.
I am sixteen now,
Not a little younger or older—
Still too young.
But I'm not worried anymore.
For I now know that in five years,
That bad test won’t matter, nor will it matter if I’m pretty enough.
I won’t be too young anymore.