The sweetest part of my story
is when I, a young girl, turns into a lady;
No more ponytails but a crown
jeans and shirt turns into a gown
Every chuckle and meaningful laughs
reminds me of some kiddie stuff
forget not of days with playful bliss
and all my childhood memories
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During my pre-school days |
All nails painted with yellow
sneakers changed into stiletto
tiny ears with happy bunnies
shines now with fancy rubies
Symbolic gifts given by peers
special meanings shared with tears
young men waiting to dance
and give a rose if they had a chance
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Dance for my 18 roses |
Time had passed for nursing as a baby
'cause here's a world for maturity
to initiate morality
and live my life meaningfully.
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