Childhood Dreams

Thu, 02/12/2015 - 12:04 -- JJAM

When I grow up, I wanna be a ballerina

But not the prissy frilly one

The one with that hidden dagger at the bottom of their slippers

That way if someone tries to mess with me

I can use my majestic legs

Rise them ever so slowly into the air

And point them in the right direction

To the hospital


When I grow up I wanna be a badass motherfucker

But the secret one

Because I’m not really allowed to say that

So when I tell my mom, if she asks, and we all know she will

I’ll have to censor

And I’ll just be a bad mother


When I grow up I wanna be a teacher

A master in the art of ninjutsu

Someone who can flip anyone who comes at me

And disappear in a matter of seconds

A respected teacher with 100’s of pupils

One you’ll never see angry but you’ll know

When they’re disappointed in you

A gentle teacher

A strong teacher


When I grow up, I wanna be a body guard

Someone who stands silently in the back

And watches over you, but never bothers you

One who will allow you to do you

But gives you the comfort of knowing you’re safe

I wanna be the strong silent type

The one who allows you to see who’s good and who’s bad

For yourself

But will not hesitate to cut a bitch if it gets out of hand


When I grow up I wanna be a secret badass motherfucker

But I don’t want to tell my mom that I want to be a bad mother

So, in truth,

I want to be just like my mother.

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