When I was a child,
Curious in my ways,
I climbed trees,
Let the wind sing in my hair,
I giggled silly,
I was wild, unafraid
Earth's daughter.
I was wary not,
Clueless to how others perceived me,
I walked as I liked,
Skipping on my tiny feet,
Swinging imaginary hips,
I was carefree, kamikaze
Earth's daughter.
Now,
Repressed by responsibilities,
Governed by boundaries,
No longer regarded with innocence,
I replace wildness with wariness,
I polish the very impression that defines me
The earth is a harsh judge
And I am but my mother's daughter.
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