My Future

Sophia Campanale 

Am I not still a child?

Only 16 years young

How could the time have already come

College awaits

But where will I go?

Seems to be the big question

Everyone gives me their suggestion

“Be a doctor”

“Make good money”

“Go to Yale”

Soon I’ll be married

Wearing a vale

Children soon follow

They must because that’s what everyone expects

Right?

Raise them right

Teach them well

Do not yell

Or let them smell

I’ll choose my own path

Make my own way

Still in high school math

I sit and wonder

Ponder my future

In the hands of my own

And nobody else’s

Nobody telling me what to be

Or what to do

I’ll choose my own path