What Am I?
I'm a child
Short but mighty
Pulling my mother out of bed
I'm a child
Smart and witty
Cooking for my children who are my siblings
I'm a child
Sneaky yet aware
Pouring the vodka from my father's glass
I'm a child
Small but grown
I have a brain most don't
I'm a child
Sixteen now
Living on my own
I'm a child
Looking back
While my questions reign
When was I ever a child?
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