To be a child.

The world full of colors
and sky and the sun.
To run
without the need to be smaller than you are.
To not notice
when one of your braids has started to fall.
Or if your feet are too big
and your body too small.
Your fingers are short and stubby
and your nails are bitten and bloody.
Your smile’s crooked and your lips are too thin,
hair too dry, body changing
and your voice too much and your words too little,
and your mind too loud and your heart too big
your brain too gone and -

To be a child.

To make jokes and not care who laughs.
To sing a song and not care who hears.
To play and dance for no one else.
To cry and not mind.
To feel it all.

It looks like it’s nice.
I wonder what it was like…

To be a child.