The Small Changes
From a purple room to a lime green room
From proudly displaying all my stuffed animals on top of my bed,
To hiding them inside of my closest, except for Frosty: my first.
From following around my sisters and their friends to finding ones of my own
I was defining my personality, designing my character, and developing my preferences,
I was growing up
I didn’t know it at the time, being that I was about seven years old,
And preoccupied with keeping my Nintendo dogs alive and my older sisters annoyed
I now realize, however, that was the start of my becoming
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