Becoming Me.
Once upon a time, I became me.
Little to big, I grew like a tree.
It was a good time, being so small,
One day, I hoped to be tall.
Trees were my muse,
Sometimes, I got the blues.
I kept on living life,
Always attempting to avoid strife.
At the age of nine, I could no longer fit on my scooter.
From then on, I looked toward the future.
Once upon a time, I became me.
She is pre-ty.
This poem is about:
Me