Nature Writing, Narrative, and Self- Expression

Self to Self- Erika Jing

Well Future Self, I'll tell you:

Life for me ain't been no walk in the park

It's had dog poop in it

And screaming children

And stormy days

And places with no shelter from the rain-

Bleak

But all the time

I'se been trudgin' on

And steppin' over cracks

And carrying my backpack

And sometimes going in the woods

Where there ain't been no path

So girl, don't you turn around

Don't you stop in your tracks

Cause you find it's tiring

Don't you get stuck

For I'se still countin' my steps

I'se still trudgin'

And life for me ain't been no walk in the park