A love poem to middle school fragility
for all the growing-up kids who are unsure of who they are, yet who refuse to be pretenders, to be something and someone they’re not. You are few in number, but I love you.
I AM my own permission.
I AM my own endorsement.
I am me.
You go be you, if you will.
(if you need help, I’m willing to help)
And when you’re strong too, we can be WE.