Mojo by Chloe Pierre
Today is the day I realize
I am more than my ungrown eyes
I am growing up with plenty of luck
Or am I in a hamster wheel
Going around an around
I have to realize I am and adult now
Knowing this I mentally grow
Not knowing one day I will need these skills
For when I grow
Am I growing or am I dreaming
I will never know
All I know is that I am living now
Not for show and tell, but for my undying mojo
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