From the person I was as a girl.
My foot now fits in a neat high-heel,
My hair shows many a curl.
Lipstick and rouge are at my command,
Which I use with upmost care.
Polish covers the nails on my hand.
Stylish are the clothes I wear.
I’ve waited for the time to appear,
When adulthood would be mine.
The way folks talk, that moment is here.
But it is far from divine.
I have grown up as all the folks can see,
‘Till now I have reached my height.
Most of my curves are where they should be,
To make me a decent sight.
But somewhere in the years long ago,
My dreams refused to be led.
They carry me high… then drop me low
And dance around in my head.
I’ve tried so hard to make them behave,
For dreams should stay in their place,
Instead, I am completely their slave
And on them I base my case.
My mind is full of romantic tales,
Heard through the ears of a child.
On and on, towards a charmed life it sails,
Though sometimes the sea is wild.
They rule my body with force so strong,
That I seem helpless and small.
All I can do is follow along,
Hoping my castles won’t fall.
I am a woman, they say with pride,
But if people only knew…
About my desire deep inside,
To make old dreams come true.
If they knew how I’ve wished on a star
And even tried to touch it,
Only to find it was much too far…
Their views would change quite a bit.
Sometimes I wonder how they would act,
If my thoughts to them I told…
My age is known, but it is a fact
… In my heart, I’m not that old!
What folks think doesn’t matter much,
For with this great faith I feel…
I’ll go on till my star I shall touch,
Making old dreams become real.
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