Short, shy and artistic

Born in the usual way. Growing up, little child blonde and gay. Years go by like hours

in a day. That little child has now gone away. She now walks down the halls to class

every day always looking back hesitent and afraid. Her mother says "its ok". The little 

girl moves on through the days. Older now no longer afraid the little adolecent now

mkaes her way. never home goes on with life, Pleanty of friends so little time.

Graduated, no longer the child that was afraid. No longer the adolescent making

her way. Now a women ready to go away. Women young women on the campus

grounds trying her best to make her loved ones proud....What shall the future hold

for her now? People say "no one knows its to soon to tell, but I do know she has

grown up strong and proud".

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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