What Do You Do as A Teenage Girl Trying To Survive?
Help. Me.
I do not want to beg for manna anymore.
I want to write, but being overwhelmed
Kills any creativity in me.
The pain of struggling,
The back breaking consistency.
The hours spent, staring at a screen,
looking for a job,
applying, and waiting for a mail
That never comes.
Some days are plots to bring you down.
Like this one, furnished with a burning mind.
And why do you tell me it's worth it,
When you won't even show me the way.
The day will come, you say.
When?
Now? Forever?
What do you do as a teenage girl trying to survive?
How do you not drown?
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Will Shimnom Simon
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I was very lucky in that aspect, when I was a teenager. Our city had a program that allow teens to work around the city. I was 14 when I got my first job at the police department horse stable. I did not stay long cause I smell like horse poop and no one wants to be near me riding the bus. They give me another job .