A small babe, open my eye for the first time
hearing your voice, feeling your fingers locking around mine
trying things, things i like and dislike
time moves forward,
crawling becomes walking, babble becomes talking
there is no stopping me,
moving with the ages, moving with times.
learning names, sounds and rhymes.
Learning myself, being me, sexuality
falling in love, getting hurt, maybe finding the one who brings me life.
But here i am, years of learning from school and the streets,
a wise young girl, still figuring out life, one step at a time and i will maybe still wonder who i am.
no longer a babe, but a girl, not fully a woman.
