Growing Up Poem by Bria Floyd

The warm tears, slowly run down my face.
All the problems and learning,
we're forced to take.
Growing up is a part of life,
all the guidelines you have to live by.
What you're gaining, and what you're losing.
All the beautiful things worth seeing.
What you're going to be, and what you are.
Millions of promising relationships, torn apart.
Find out so many new things about yourself.
One by one, open up every door.

You'll see what you're worth... 3