I looked up at the dark haired girl, standing on the front porch. The sun had set and all that was left was a sliver of pink light across her face. She stood, resting her hand on the railing, gazing at the world in a fascinated, yet confused manner, her dress fluttering faintly in the evening breeze.
I know this look. It was a look that I recognise, not because I have seen it on anyone else, but because I have felt it on my own face. It is a look that screams at the world and its inequalities. A look that throws the question plainly into the winds. The question: how can this be all there is?
Yes, that is the question. How can this possibly be all? How can the world of a sixteen year old girl be focused solely on the four walls of a classroom? How can the most important concern possibly be whether or not she is good enough for society? It is clear to anyone with a mind of their own, that the answer is simple: it isn't. Or at least, it shouldn't be.
If you have walked out into the night and looked up at the stars long enough, you would realise that the world is an incredible, beautiful place. You would realise that in reality, every is beautiful, and nothing matters.
Unfortunately, it is only the mind of a child that sees this far, and we all know that children must be seen and not heard.
