Author’s Notes: This is my teenage empowerment poem. It’s always good to know and feel that you have a place, after all. ---
Twilight

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We have no place to call our own

And are awkward among the others

We don’t know our position on this earth

Between the children and mothers.

They say we’re lost and misguided

Maybe even rebellious and crude

But when we know not what to believe

All we can depend on is our mood.

Perhaps we have been misled

And maybe we don’t know

What it is that we should do

And where it is we need to go.

But when the day has been claimed by children

And the night by those that reign

Where is it that we can go

That we can call our own domain?

Though the night belongs to elders

And the day to children that fuss

There’s a time between night and day

And the twilight belongs to us.