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Rated: E · Poetry · Nature · #2217641
An extended metaphor, through the eyes of Mother Nature
When I grow up I want to be something other than I am now

People speak all kinds of different languages

I just want to speak one

People say when I grow up I should be a presentable clean lady that doesn't follows her dreams

What if I don’t want to be clean?

Or be told what I want to be?

There’s a dark side to everyone I should know, I’m going through a period of darkness why should I stop being who I am, people change every once in a while, to someone their not.

I can tell you, what you see is entirely me.

When I grow up I want people to finally see who I am.

I’m beautiful


And cares about everyone weather they are Black, White, gay or straight

Strong or weak

Popular or not

Rich or poor

Dead or alive

Even the dead inspire me to be the best that I can.

You could care about all those things.

I don’t!

People say that I am too messy to be in any profession that I’m not already in staying still and staying out of everyone else’s way.

They say I have messy hair that is full of cracker crumbs and say my face is too oily.

They say I get too mad when I get mad, I throw tantrums that would kill people if I was the Earth take buildings down as I cry and would have enough anger for everyone to hate.

I don’t have to hide anymore, if I was the Earth?

I am the Earth and love everyone who lives on me, if they hate me I love them even more.

Every person that dies I mourn for them, and thing they never got to do, or what they did do to “shatter the Earth”

People say I should be better and tell me what they think I should be when I grow up.

I say to them,

I’ve already grown up, I’ve already found what I love to do.

The time when I grew up was the moment I was made.
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