Whom I’m to be

Five years old

And I was Steve Irwin,

Tackling gators and kissing snakes.

At eleven I was a lawyer,

Putting away criminals and shaking

The hands of paparazzi for cleaning the streets.

Fifteen and a doctor,

Researching illness

And curing cancer.

At nineteen I became a mother,

So young and scared,

Trying her best for her little girl.

Twenty two years old,

Still looking for myself,

But happier than ever.