Poetry

No More Wild Child

You should’ve seen me in 10th grade.

I was way out of my range.

The things I’d do and say.

Indulging with no dismay.

Curious about the unknown.

Looking back, wishing I’d disown,

The lifestyle I chose for myself.

Unbothered by the harm caused oneself

But here I am today.

Everything turned out okay.

Because 7 years later,

I turned into a creator

Of words meant to inspire,

The ones who get tired

Of the lies, hurt and pain

Others unknowingly engrain.

So no more wild child.

That girl turned mild.

Because being too wild,

Should not be God’s child.

xoxo

B

Picture by Alex Rodríguez Santibáñez on Unsplash

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