Growing Pains

May 12, 2019

What happened to being a child.

Always being able to smile.

Not confused or controlled by the riled,

people of the digital telling me my body is they're visual.

The bigger I grow the more I'm pressured to show.

Told I'm my own temple,

but open for rental.

To be walked through and painted.

Refurbished and rated.

Self-love is my vision,

but perfection is their religion.

My safety's been broken.

My blanket they've stolen.

Can't be a child.

In their eyes, I'm growing.

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