Join our hands - A book of poems on Unity

Little girl.

Tell me how to not be a little girl no more?

Just a little bit I cry, and my eyes then dry

Only the beginning but the weight starting on my shoulder

Must it be true that I'm not a little girl no more?

still, I skip, I hop, I tiptoe my way to the door

The butterflies still flutter away when I chase them

Hoping the future will hold something special soon

Will I accept when I am not a little girl no more?

The school bus is my last, and slams hard behind me

Still searching for the dream, and afraid of the irony

How can I hide that I'm not still a big girl?

You do it alone so well, but my palms are sweaty

Someone stand beside me, I don't know which way

I'm trying but getting knotted in this loop, trying, trying

I still feel like I will be a little girl some more!

This world, isn't stopping from rolling around the highway

Please, slow it down, for my heart is getting out of my chest

I still feel like a little girl

These moments, I lose myself, the words carry me away

Call the birds, unknot the strings with beaks, gotta let it go

These moments can carry me free to the day

Oh, little girl, big girl, little girl, big girl

Slow, slow, I never learn when rushing in this show

Too many mistakes is the way to go for me

Can you stand beside me?