Innocent Youth

I remember when I could sing
unafraid of how I sound. 
I remember when I could fly
unafraid of the hard ground. 

I remember when I could walk
unafraid of where'd I go.
I remember when I could speak up
unafraid of the word "no."

I remember when I could dream
unafraid of the real truth. 
I remember when I was a little girl
filled with innocent youth.

This poem is about: 
Me

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