Sometimes I miss the old me
The girl that rolled around in the dirt with the boys
Popping willies with my toys
Climbing trees
And hanging free
Never leaving home without a book in my hand
Walking barefoot, carefree in the sand
Dancing, like nobody was watching
Singing with the choir, but to my own drum marching
Being fearless, and always being bold
But that was before I was 13 years old
Suddenly, my friend started looking differently
My mind clouded, and it was harder to think
I always did whatever I wanted
But now it was getting harder to flaunt it
I started to hide and go behind the scenes
I hate it when it was just me being seen
But sometimes I dream of those old days
Before I grew up and had to think of boys, bills, and pay
And I think back to who I used to be
But those days are gone and that was just the old me
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Nailah Robinson
Author, Mother, Wife, Sister, Daughter, Cousin, Daughter In Law, Sister In Law, Friend, Grand Daughter, Niece, Teacher, and Student. I am so many things to so many people, but in the end, I'm just Nailah.
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It's so sad that we have lost the person who we used to be. Loved your poem!