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February's Secret

February 14, 2021
By Rh16 SILVER, Chantilly, Virginia
Rh16 SILVER, Chantilly, Virginia
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I am February, the smallest of the months,

And I have a secret...
There is a reason to why I come after one of the longest months of the year,
Baring a holiday that dare the lovers to miss,
Just so that I can be remembered.
I am February, dear world, if you didn't know.
If it wasn't for me, there would be no celebration
For your and your love's love.
If it was not for Valentine's, you wouldn't remember me.
Don't tell me that's not true.
I may be young, but I wasn't born last night.
I am February, the baby of the months,
The hardest worker of them all.

I stretch my 28 days so slow, hoping they last for a little longer,
The way sugar cubes are licked away, even after they melt.
I hear people sigh
When March marches around,
"Oh, February, you were too long."
No one hears me reply, "Was I THAT long?"
The fact is, no one understands.
It's not about how many days or holidays I hold,
But winter is for January, and spring is for March.
April holds Easter, and Memorial Day is in May.

June is the summer month, and fireworks are burned in July.
August is the end of vacations and start of school and work...
Labor Day marks September, and ghosts haunt October.
November feasts Thanksgiving, and selfish, selfish December, the holder of both presents and fireworks.
No one understands.
No one understands the young and lonely.
No one understands, it's not the holiday, dear world,
But I'm small and short.
Yes, I have a long name, but the only thing I share with the rest are the names of my calendar days: One, two, three...
I stretch a little longer every four years, and even then I am too long.
I am February,
The youngest, shortest of the months,
And I have one more secret...
I crave, dear world.
No, I crave not the fancy dinnners and red-and-pink decorations on my second week, but the love Valentine's is supposed to bring.
I crave a hug.
I crave a smile.
I crave respect.
I crave company.
I crave empathy.
I crave confidence.
I crave happiness.
I crave pride.
I crave nonjudgement.
I crave recognition for me, February.
Not Valentine's Day...
I. Am. February.
Is anyone there?



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