The teen-ager that isn't

I ain't the teenager who is a butterfly with lavish wings of freedom,
I am a firefly
That ought to burn and bring light 
To the dark lives of poor parents..

I wanted to trace the galaxies in my drawing board
I wanted to keep penning my precious thoughts on paper
I wanted to enlighten and lead the hoi polloi to a brighter tomorrow..

But then,
I can only trace the silhouetted figures of my parents,burning in the fire of financial pressure!
I can write,only with the blood oozing out of hearts in poverty!
With my future being a mystical dark path,whose future am I to illuminate?

I am the one who had been trying to earn since 8,
To save her parents from plight!
I am a flower that ought to keep its foot on the ground
To sustain life!

I am the one getting torn between the sky and the soil
A tiny chick I am,
That wanted to fly and change the world,
But alas! Is getting fried for a day's meal...

Oh gullible people! How can I write such sad, shoddy odes?

I ain't the girl that is servile to life's oddities!
I am the Queen who orders what I wish!

I ain't the rosy cheek,dimple chin
I'm the stout heart,quick mind!

I ain't Cinderella to wait for fairies to provide frocks and shoes!
I am Jane Eyre who knows how to build life from nothing!

I pen,I paint,
I earn,I learn,
I'm a bird
That sucks every drop of honey,
From the flower of time!

I can uplift,
I can enlighten,
I can illuminate dark hearts filled with fear!

I ain't a petty,pretty flower
That fades in due course of time

I am the Phoenix that rises from fire and flies immortally!

I ain't the teen-age princess,waiting for a saviour,
I am the Queen who can save herself from becoming prey to life's odds!!!