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I Am
Girlchild
I am a girlchild, coming of age.
Uncertain where life will lead,
I’m told I can do great things
And want more than anything to do them
I am a girlchild, coming of age.
I am a girlchild, coming of age
Pretending self-assurance,
I feel out of control, worn down by the world
I worry that people will see the meanness I hide
When completely overwhelmed, I cry…
I am a girlchild, coming of age.
I am a girlchild, coming of age
My thoughts spill onto blank pages
I dream of the world at peace with itself
I try to spread joy
And hope it returns
I am a girlchild, coming of age.