Change

When I was five:
A painting class at school
I drew a crow that was green and blue.
My furious teacher tore it apart.
“A crow is black, you stupid girl!”
Change- was what she told.

When I was seven:
I finally told mom I don’t like pink.
And frocks don’t fascinate me anymore.
“You’re still a kid. You don’t understand.”
Change- was what she told.

When I was ten:
My first argument with dad
His flesh and blood with a paradoxical thought
“How dare you back answer ME?”
Change- was what he told.

When I was thirteen:
I chose my God.
I chose what to pray.
I chose my scriptures; needless to say
Huddled by an intimidating society.
Change- was what they all told.

When I was sixteen:
My first best friend, whom I worshipped.
Beyond whom I saw no life.
The one whom I adored and respected the most.
In whose word, my life and breath stood.
Debauching the sunshine of my life,
His boneless tongue said
“Everybody changes. So have I
Change...”

When I was seventeen:
My sweetheart turns up to me one day,
Annoyed and burdened with all my love.
Trying to justify it all;
Change- was what he told.

What do I change about myself? Can anybody please tell?
My creativity?
My individuality?
My faith?
My trust?
My love?
Myself?
What do I change? What do I??