A little girl sat next to me and asked me why I was sad.
Her little life had yet to experience good times turn bad.
I looked at her and smiled just to reassure her thoughts.
But she stared on, eyes so demanding that said, “I want to be taught.
I want to know why your eyes seem so gloomy and dim.
I want you to tell me what happened to them.
I want to be prepared for good and bad times.
I want to know why your eyes no longer look like mine.”
Her mocha eyes so familiar, yet so strange,
Were filled with hope and I prayed that as she got older they wouldn’t change.
But that’s a lie within itself as we all know.
Monsters that we call fear are more prevalent as we grow
So I began to explain as best as I could
“That being an adult wasn’t always so good
That making decisions often caused pain
And the friends you once knew often don’t stay the same
As good as you are and as kind as you can be
Life will do its best to beat you down relentlessly
People will judge you based off your hair
You will be denied and often times people won’t care
People will tell you that your dreams don’t matter
Ignore rumored whispers and avoid gossipy chatter
Be true to yourself, avoid being a clone
Because those who pose like others are often left alone
Be resilient. Smile often. Play hard. Work smart.
Listen to your gut. Not always to your heart.
Be mindful. Have bounty. Have honor. Take risks.
And remember, not all asses are meant to be kissed.
True happiness begins from deep within.
You have to learn to be your own bestfriend.
You have to stand when life makes you fall.
And remember it’s okay to crawl, just make sure you’re moving as opposed to not at all.
So, mocha eyes, that’s the best I’ve got.
I hope I helped you learn a lot.
Remember getting older doesn’t mean turning into a robot.
Your soul is free, it’s not meant to rot”.
She smiled, gave me a hug, and prepared to walk away
Taking my words with her; words I hope she replayed.
Suddenly she paused, just to turn around to say,
“It’s going to be wonderful being an adult like you someday.”