You’re not a little girl anymore. 

Is a sentence I’ve been hearing for as long as I can remember 

 

Though I am physically grown 

My skin is still soft,

And my heart is tender,

My emotions fragile, 

 

for I wear my heart branded on my shoulder 

yet the coloring books are gone 

and nap time is over,

 

for I have physical grown 

that means my childhood Is done 

but it ended before it even begun;

 

cooking by age 6,

sweeping by 7,

cleaning dishes by age 9,

and doing laundry by 10 going on 11. 

 

Cause I’m not a little girl anymore 

wake up do your chores, 

do me a favor run to the store. 

You can’t keep doing this cause you’re not a little girl anymore. 

 

I have choices to make,  

a path to create, 

a future to embrace

Yet I feel so afraid. 

 

So much freedom 

so much rein; 

for a part of my life no one can explain. 

 

Some days I feel ill prepared and about to vomit,

other days I feel like I’m on the top of the world 

and I’m this unstoppable comet.

 

Truth is no matter how I feel 

I’m never prepared for what’s around the corner 

no amount of plans I have 

 

can seem to put my life in order.  

The day I grew up; is the day I got older. 

Old enough to realize 

 

that the weight of my responsibilities 

solely rest on my shoulders. 

 

So yes;

I’m not a little girl anymore, 

I have physical grown 

and gotten older

but it feels like yesterday 

that I was just a child.