Strange Child
With a little imperfection;
Won’t hurt.
I was strange when I was a child,
A nine year old,
Who wanted a pet piglet.
Who cried and begged mum for it,
But never got it anyways.
I was strange when I was a child,
Shameless is my middle name,
And crybaby is my sidekick.
But I’m not ashamed till today.
I bathe my barbie dolls and cut their hair,
This happened when I got older;
I was done with barbies.
The strange child I was is still;
the strange child I am today.
Mature but still having breakdowns,
The stages of growing up,
Not only give you shameful memories,
But the memories that are unforgettable.
My childhood is one of them.
(2015)
