What do you want to become when you grow up?
A question that still haunts me from kindergarten till now
Scared of wasting that one chance in life
Yet excited to turn our hobbies to our profession
Dancer
Doctor
A dreamer
Musician
Magician
A mother
The innocent joy of dancing around in your room
Always kicking the balloon, so it won’t touch the floor.
But now the balloon is gone
All your dreams are stattered caused by
Money
Society
Grades
It’s like a prison of numbers and expectations
Other thoughts hunt us now when we think about our future
They won’t give me the job
Because I’m female
Because of my last name
Because of my skin colour
Don’t do arts, they are a waste of time
Don’t do sports, you can’t do it forever
Suddenly an invisible number between 0 and 15 decides all of this
But days will pass
Mistakes will be made
Tears of joy and pain will cross your aged face
And your time is up, Stuck in a working system
Then we should ask ourselves ‘Am I even the person i wanted to become?’
When I was 9…
..I looked like a boy,
maybe because I kinda dressed “like a boy”
but I didn‘t really care how I looked.
..I didnt eat meat,
because animals were my friends
and you shouldn‘t eat your friends.
..I was so clever,
I didnt care about my grades I just did what I did
and loved being taught
And now I‘m 17 nearly an adult,
wishing to be just like me when I was 9.
That “idc” feeling flows away while growing up,
but maybe I can be 9 in my head again.
Because you are better when you are 9.
You are you.
Nothing more, nothing else, just you.
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