Becoming
I am no longer a frightened, little girl who never knows "why"
I no longer feel the need to constantly cry
When my father was away and fighting in the war
My life for me became quite a chore
I always was sad and asked many questions
I was told he was helping people for my own protection
I wanted to be like him and help
That is when I realized I found myself
My name in the dictionary as a word
Is no longer confused and blurred
The defintion reads strong and true
A person who now knows what they are meant to do
Science is my passion
And I will follow a clear cut path to make my dreams happen
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