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.
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.
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.