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My human body


The human body is developed within nine months of pregnancy,

the human body has always fascinated me. 

I am always left speechless at all of God’s creations.

 

At 20 days: 

My heart is full of love. 

Love that pumps through my whole body to ones that I truly love;

God, family, and friends. 

My brain controls my entire body functions;

from the stride of my steps to the shake of my head to the rolling of my eyes. 

My thinking functions are controlled by my big brain.

Such as my views on equality to my stubbornness to my awkwardness to my goofiness to my extraness and even to my bluntness. 

 

At 35 days:

My mouth gives me the power to speak; my voice is my instrument.  

My ears give me the chance to hear all the lies, promises which have never been kept and even some things that up to this day do not make any sense. 

 

At 8 weeks:

My lungs adore the flavor of the salty air on a hot summer day. 

My two kidneys control the rhythm of my heart,

especially when I am on a rollercoaster, having the best time of my life.

My taste buds enjoy all of Ma’s food along with my favorite fruit, strawberries, and the unforgettable taste of vanilla cupcakes with pink frosting on the top. 

My unique fingerprints unlock my memory box; including all my photographs and secrets.

 

At 7 months:

I can explore my surroundings,

I see the beauty of the world. 

From the extraordinary view of the lovely city Paris from the third level of the Eiffel Tower, to clear warm water and white sand of the beautiful Mediterranean Sea. 

 

At 9 months:

Now I can follow my heart.

Follow my dreams.

Complete my goals. 

Be the best I can be. 

 

And now settle down, relish on your snacks,  get comfortable, 

enjoy the ride and watch me conquer the world. 

 
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