Growing up…nope! 

All this time rushing To be here in this place 

Being called a grown up 

And words as maturity and responsibilities 

Are constantly thrown around 

If I had known that this is what growing up consistent of 

I would have made sure to scrap my knees a few more time 

Climbed a few more trees every chance I got 

Dance a little longer 

Laughed a little harder 

Because all this wishing and praying to be an adult 

For what? 

To add on the struggles of those who raised me 

Nope I am good 

Let me be 5 and read about picture books and eat some ice cream and watch some cartoons 

A place where responsibility was washing my face and eating my dinner