#CelebrateingtheRainbow at the workplace – share your stories of Pride!
Teenage is that time in life when many things change, the world looks a new place and one sees himself/herself differently.
I woke up as a teen,
Tiny pimples on my face were easily seen.
A cute little girl I have always been.
But, today I bid goodbye to my pre-teen.
I am now anxious to hit puberty,
And wondering if I will have a lot more liberty?
I Still fancy boy bands and chocolate bars,
But, I am no longer scared of bruises and scars.
To get what I want, I would usually cry,
To ask what I need, I am no longer shy.
I now think in a practical way,
When things matter, I Will ALWAYS have a say.
I also realize transition is my constant mate,
It will surprise and shock me at a consistent rate.
Now, I am a new girl, Young and smart
The cute little one will always be a part.
Happy Thirteenth Birthday to ME.
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