Becoming Me Poem by Lillian P.k
Becoming Me
At thirteen,
I was just beginning,
The real me coming through
But still I was hidden
I had much more to learn
At fourteen,
I was yearning,
To break free from my chains
To have it be appreciated
That I was growing in age
At fifteen,
I am slowly seeing more
Wishing on shooting stars
Soon to be a butterfly
Oneday I will soar
Sunday, January 3, 2010
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4/24/2024 5:56:18 PM # 1.0.0.1119
that was so beautiful.