Inner Child
My hair changed from straight to curly,
My demeanor changed from soft to burly,
I was no longer daddy’s little princess,
I wanted more in life than looking forward to recess,
I matured and matured and matured,
My ideologies changed regarding my culture,
I no longer blindly followed my parent’s beliefs,
I became more cognizant of the world around me,
Science prevailed in my early youth,
It stuck with me through and through,
My imagination as a child stimulates my early adulthood hypotheses,
It helps me think outside the box and with 90 degrees,
I am still a child at heart,
But now i’m just a little more honest and tart
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