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Aug 2016
Teach me to be a wild child.
One who will dance
with all of her limbs and being,
who cares less if people stare.
One who smiles
without having to remind herself to.

Wild children run free
to the edges of this earth,
daring others to follow.

Hand draw me a map
with all words in a jumble
and only mark the dream destinations
with stars.

Find a bold marker and trace me,
striking and confident
all will then see me.

Add colorwith chalk
to brighten my world,
and please lend me your kaleidoscope
to see it.

Or take my hand in yours,
and tell me i am...
Alexandria E Bassett
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