22;A Collection of Short Poems

By Form

When I was a little girl I knew I was going to take the world by storm
A dream girl that was my desired form
Barbie,oh just like Barbie,I wanted to be the perfect doll.
Life was anything but smooth but I dared to dream
Sometimes I could be uncouth but I'd be nothing if not me
So it went and as life became more intense my dreams I choose to camp out in a tent

Far,far away.
Far,far away that's where I left her
Lost in reality,lost in lucidity,caught in cruelty it was best to protect her.....

Then I woke up one day 20 something years later
Crippled with fear,drowning in my own tears asking how,where,why? WHY? WHY had she forsaken me so?
And so was the beginning of a beautiful and imperfect journey to self destruction,abandonment,death and discovery.

I've never been one to give up hope
Don't get it confused I have come close
Knee in too deep I have come close
But the whispers,there are whispers
Listen,she says!
Would you just listen!

They say I'm not right in the head
A little too hot headed for a girl
You say I do too much
Why would I want to see the world?
But I think I'm more than I'm not
I know I can fly,I feel it in your heart
I try and I try to be the best at my art
Let me come again I fight to be the best at version of myself me,Serwaa.

I'm still a little girl but here I am taking the world by storm
A literal dream girl that's my form
A shining star just like the women before
A force of nature ducked out in the fanciest couture.