Child
i skip and i dance and i twirl and i sing
flowing and loose and free and clean
farther and farther and farther away
farther and farther
i'm going, away
tripping and falling and gasping and wincing
wincing and poking and squinting and helpless
i'm looking around as i sit on the ground
it stings and it hurts and i want to cry
i’m not a child
i pick myself up and i breathe and i breathe
wincing and poking and squinting and painful
walking home i’m walking home i’m almost home
ouch.
mom! please
i scraped my knee
i need a band-aid.
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