These are the days of change
There’s a new growth that we all have gone through.
First we grow in height to surpass our mothers,
Especially we are taller than our Grandmothers.
Then our voice begins to crack and squeak
While our voice deepens
The peach fuzz on our face begs to be removed.
The biggest change is our vision
We begin to see things in a different light,
A different aspect than all others!
We are coming into our own individuality,
Our own special being.
We see life through a collide scope of beautiful colors.
Realizing that there are many paths to follow,
Many from which we can choose.
Some how we always seem to choose the right one
For us as the years go on.
Growing pains of freedom to be ones self
Gnaw at our tummies
But with patience and observation
We will learn much from those around us.