Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2013
They ask
What do you want to be when you grow up?
And expect me to list degrees and professions,
To answer just like every family member did before me.
This time, no.

You know what I want to become?

I want to be honest,
So honest that I won't ever have to think about the words
That leave my mouth because my friends know me inside out
And love me for who I truly am. So honest, that I won't have to ever
fall asleep and wonder if my lies will be discovered and if my past will catch up with me.


I want to be kind. Kind enough to realize when those around me suffer, give them a hand and show them that the world isn't always such a horrible place. I want to have enough strength to not be insulting, not be degrading and not be intolerant even when I don't agree with what's being said.

I want to listen. I want to hear people's stories, find out why they became who they are today and what they're really all about. I want to listen to those who think they'll never be understood.

I want to be strong, take responsibility, be calm, pleasant, helpful, modest and brave. And most of all- I want to make a difference.

So let me break it down for you:
A degree on a piece of paper really doesn't matter much. It's all about standing up for yourself and what you believe in, learning from the lessons and failures in your past- so even though I have no idea what my life is going to look like according to your fabulous 5 year, 10 year and 20 year plans-

I know: It will matter!
To all the 20 somethings who hear questions like these whenever the family gathers...
Natascha Kracheel
Written by
Natascha Kracheel
    5.7k
       a, Mary Pear, kristina, Arvie G, A Alexander and 33 others
Please log in to view and add comments on poems