Authentic Childhood

February 24, 2015

Cut offs instead of skirts,

t-shirt instead of sweaters,

earbuds instead of earrings,

is what makes my life a lot better.

Didn't fake a smile as a kid,

I even smiled through the pain,

growing up in the south,

you learn to live that way.

A child at heart,

hidden behind a beauty in a dress,

there's a girl who climbed trees,

with her hair always in a mess.

There's nothing more authentic

than a girl in her childhood

with not a care in the world

with a heart so pure and good.

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