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If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

1 poem·Since October 2015
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Becoming

October 24, 2015

I am no longer a frightened, little girl who never knows "why"

I no longer feel the need to constantly cry

 

When my father was away and fighting in the war

My life for me became quite a chore

I always was sad and asked many questions

I was told he was helping people for my own protection

 

I wanted to be like him and help

That is when I realized I found myself

 

My name in the dictionary as a word

Is no longer confused and blurred

The defintion reads strong and true

A person who now knows what they are meant to do

 

Science is my passion 

And I will follow a clear cut path to make my dreams happen 

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