Growing up,

We wanted to make our family proud.

Our teachers thrilled.

Our peers happy.

But growing up,

We always made our family shake their head in disappointment,

Our teachers in disapprovement,

Our peers in dissatisfaction.

Then growing up,

We realized we didn't always need to make our family pleased,

Our teachers delighted,

Our peers overjoyed.

Growing up,

We just need to make ourselves proud,

Ourselves satisfied,

Ourselves content.

It's how we'll grow up. 

This poem is about: 
Our world


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