At 4 I was a daddy's girl without knowing who he truly was,
long, brown banana curls that fell down to my waist,
trusting.
At 14 I was facing the truth,
grinning and bearing it,
quiet at home.
At 18 I will face my demons,
pull up my big girl panties,
be free.
Yep...you're a big girl now. I hope you haven't given up on that idea of trusting...there is surely someone worthy of that out there somewhere.
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