Being a Little Child.

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Being a little child,

It was okay to be goofy and playful

To wave my hands and sway my feet

To bury my feet in the hot sand

To mess up my shoes, clothes and fancy hair cuts

Stare at the sun and imagine my soul painting the sky.

It was okay to be suicidal and be joyful at the same time

When I had not grown up

I was fine with being lost in the crowd

Okay with the half meat and jar of pickles I could not even get

When I had not grown up

It was fine to run around naked

To dream and not envision

To be lazy and not diligent

When I had not grown up

Everything was black and white

Sold my dignity and personality for friendships

Hurt my body and mind because I sought love

My mind was a creative workshop for the devil

Now that I am grown up

The world is not circle

Love can be self-worthy

Truth is not a crime and hypocrisy is a blatant deceit

My pride is my own and not a trade for friendship

My mind is a creative workshop for the Holy Spirit

You can call me a Church girl because

Now that I am grown up

I will guard my soul with all diligence and

I will save myself from drowning in the ground

Now that I am grown up

I will go to the beaches to bury my feet in the hot sand

I will stare at the sun and imagine my soul painting the sky

Joyful at all times and desist from suicidal thoughts

Now that I am grown up

I will groom my vision and turn my dreams into ambitions that become realities

It’s not an easy journey

Which is why I am grown up now.

 

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