I Miss Being A Kid

Sometimes I miss being a kid
to do it all over again I wouldn’t mind
reexperiencing what resembles true freedom.
I’d effectively apply any knowledge gained
and dig a little deeper. I’d strengthen
my voice and discover my self-worth instead of
believing every ounce of everybody else’s truth.
I’d reset the bar higher for myself; focus on my strengths only.

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