Struggling with the language

I don’t know why

I can’t see

All that I do is

     Learning to be.

I learned how to hurt

I learned how to work 

I never learned just

     How to be me.

I talk the talk

I walk the walk

I breathe and pray

     But still don’t see

There are beautiful flowers 

And donkeys and goats

And a camera for photos

    Little girl that was me.

I’m not entirely happy with this, but there is nothing more I can do with it.  *sigh*

Laterz

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