"Little head, Big Thoughts,"

January 25, 2015

5 foot something not very tall,

Always looking small,

However that's not all...

Little hands and big eyes,

Hat constantly on head,

Not always ahead,

Still trying to be on point,

With the world I'm still trying to understand

Despite walking on it for almost two decades,

Still learning about me

Through music, books, and TV,

Listening to "The White Album," like

"Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da",

Walter White, Katniss Everdeen,

Throw in a "67" Impala

Ah, and yet I am still trying to seek,

What will make me hit my peak

If not my stride in trying to make the best out of life,

To create my happiness and success,

To justify humble beginnings and family stress

Though I love them and want to make them proud,

While proving that I'm an adult standing ground,

No more bottle in hand,

Nor spoon fed,

Doing my own thing is all I want,

All I seek,

While still trying to be me,

In a world quick to judge so easily,

Though my perception of it is quirky

And not straightforward

But who said life was like that in the first place?

I'm forgetful, accident-prone, a clutz in the way,

A "work in process," one might say,

However my determination to push forward

Despite all obstacles ahead,

Keeps me grounded, and motivated

As I continue to discover who I am.

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