Growing Up Poem

A child asks for a little more freedom and assures her parents that she still loves them.

I'm Growing Up

© Cortny O. Rodriguez
Why do we fight?
I'd really like to know.
I don't think I can stand to put on this show.

It hurts me inside
and I see it hurts you too.
But I don't think you understand what you put me through.

I'm growing up inside
but not the outside you see.
I think you still want me to be three.

It hurts me real bad
Worse than you know.
I want to grow up
I'm not asking to go.

You have to let me grow up sometime you see.
But I'm still not asking to be completely free.

I want your trust
and a bit of lee way too.
But that doesn't mean I don't still love you.

I'm not asking to leave
or grow up too fast.
I just wanna have fun without having to ask.

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Published: Feb 2006

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