I used to be a kid.
I had wings that I can spread.
I used to wear a crown.
When I felt bad I simply frown.
I used to hide under my bed.
I never hid any of the tears I had to shed.
I smiled at flowers and toys.
I cried to play outside with the boys.
I used to think the moon was following me.
And that I’m a bird with a nest on a tree.
I used to be a kid.
I used to eat sausages out of the bread.
I made tents from my blankets and sheets.
I used to listen to my mum’s peaceful heartbeats.
I always hid my new pencils.
Never hid my feelings or principles.
Real victory was having a glittery pen.
Real success was spelling the word ‘hen’.
I felt the happiest having a star on my forehead.
I never felt guilty for the bad things I did.
Yes, I used to be a kid.