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The Old Me

A Poem About Growing Up

By Nailah RobinsonPublished 4 months ago 1 min read
The Old Me
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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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About the Creator

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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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarran4 months ago

    It's so sad that we have lost the person who we used to be. Loved your poem!

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