I grew up
watching how perfect
adults are
they know almost
anything
from the size of sewing pin
to the number of shares
to invest in,
they are more wiser
they are more experienced
then what am I?
a graduate? a young woman?
a daughter? a friend?
I am for sure all
but not an adult
for, I act
nothing like them
I play with dogs and cats
I dance in the rain water
I run with winds in the woods
but shush
it’s a secret I tell you,
let none of the adults know of it
or else,
they will throw me out of
the community
but why is there a need to belong
to them
or anyone, after all?
maybe I can belong to none.
maybe I can belong to all.
maybe I am not an adult yet.
or maybe I am better grown up.
what is this life
about anyway, if not
a sheer madness
to roll and
slide with whatever
finds our way
and whoever’s path
we cross.
