I'M NOT THAT GIRL
I’m not that girl anymore
The one who spent
summers barefoot
on the dirt roads of South Carolina
Feet stinging from the Southern heat
Hearts on fire, laughing at our shadows Shadows,
as huge as our dreams
I’m not that girl anymore
The one whose hair would come undone
from hours of play and jumping rope
Whose legs never tired of running
and searching for those hidden in the dark green areas
of my grandmother’s backyard, hide and seek
I’m not the girl
who laughed until she couldn’t breathe
Who allowed red popsicles to drip onto white clothing
and still feel pretty in her crimson stains
I’m not that girl anymore
The one whose soul was tickled by the angels
The one who pretended to be Diana Ross with the cousin chorus
of The Supremes dancing in the background
We would run singing to the mall
We would run to everywhere and nowhere
I’m not that girl anymore
Whose cheekbones carried the heritage of her Caribbean roots
The one who turned heads left and right
She is tired, way too smart for frivolous dreaming
Way too wise for fantasies and wishes upon stars
She remembers too much
Knows too much
Seen too much
She’s been too touched
And not always by the hands of love
I’m sorry that I’m not that girl anymore
Or maybe... I am
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