I was young
juvenile
roaming at hours
unacceptable for a six year old
barefoot
writing stories in a sandbox
stories I aspired people would read
and find me
to help
but I didn't know how to write

3 years later
I still ambled out at night
nobody to tell me not to
I had no room
I had shoes
green converse
2 sizes too large
I purchased for a dollar
at a garage sale
by myself
I called it curb side shopping
we had nothing
I was happy
it comes back to me now
how I grew up
my life took a 180
but I am still the young girl
who used to cry for help through illiterate sand box letters
and would wander barefoot at midnight
and skip myself to school
hours later
calculator was my favorite toy
I taught myself to swim
to ride a bike
to write
I now know how to handle myself
when im lost
I take my shoes off and wander
to know me all wrong
is how people treat me
I once had nothing
and that keeps me grounded today
when im knee deep in reminiscing thoughts

by myself
yet I still cant handle to be alone
a childhood in Dallas
with nobody by my side
***** me over
for now I cant be alone for more than an hour
or I will fall into the past and stay there for days
before I can come back to the surface
childhood is a burning acid on my skin
or is it Goosebumps
it comes and goes
but it will leave a mark
a scar
childhood