Growing up

stephwrites

Remembering that I’m no longer the little girl who gets her lunch packed for school

 

Remembering that I’m no longer the little girl who somersaults into the pool

 

Remembering that I’m no longer the little girl who looks forward to watching her favourite cartoon on the television

 

Remembering that I’m no longer the little girl who thought choosing a snack was her hardest decision

 

Remembering that I’m no longer the little girl who’s mom did her hair because she didn’t know how to yet

 

Remembering that I’m no longer the little girl who was a stranger to the taste of a cigarette

 

A stranger to the feeling of heartbreak and dread

 

A stranger to the feeling of regretting leaving words unsaid

 

A stranger to the feeling of fear and stress

 

A stranger to feeling like her life’s a mess

 

A stranger to feeling society’s pressure

 

A stranger to wanting to be a child forever

 

Remembering that I’m now in womanhood

 

Oh but how I wish that little girl understood

 

With her excitement to grow up, I bet she didn’t know any better

 

That she would want to be a child forever

 

Oh but how I wish she knew, that growing up would be the hardest thing she’d have to do

  • Author: Steph (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 1st, 2023 04:49
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 12
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Comments5

  • 2781

    Wow

  • shruti14

    Awesome. I can relate to this story, As a little girl we used to be eager to grow up but then as we become womanhood the responsibility and dealing with society becomes difficult for us.

    • stephwrites

      Thank you! Yes, that’s exactly how I feel. It’s nice to know that someone can relate

    • peto

      Superb write
      The grass is always greener on the other side came to mind
      Thoroughly enjoyed

    • jarcher54

      You made this old man cry! Success!! More please!

      • stephwrites

        Aww no I’m sorry to hear that I made you cry! Just remember that that little boy still lives within you (:

      • poetryismusic

        Great job, you've made me cry with just a few sentences. That's how you know the author is good. 🙂 Keep up the good work.



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