Grown-ish
My big girl boots are still a size too big
and often my arms still resemble a twig.
but I cant help but see
the difference in me
from what I used to be,
noticing how the world has changed
and how people have rearranged,
where innocent eyes once glanced
now fears and worries dance
I see a purpose and a plan
though many claim we don’t understand
and though many may not see
i can see the difference in me.
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