Just In New York

The city,
With buildings so high.

It's so different here,
So loud and scary.

People are ruder,
Days are longer.

Everyone's so busy,
Crushing me to the side.

I'm nothing yet,
But I will be.

I'm on the brink of being a woman,
A step of independence for me.

No mom to tuck me in,
No dad to check my closet for monsters.

I'm 18,
Not a child, but not yet a woman.

I will always be the same,
In the city, so big and scary.

Even in a few months,
Maybe years,
When I become a woman,
I will always be me.

Just in New York.