“I’m not a child, I’m growing up fast,
An adolescent now, with questions that last.
I wonder why we use utensils to eat,
And not our bare hands, like a primitive treat.
But most of all, I’m curious about a sight,
My elder sisters wear diapers, day and night.
Why do they need them, when I don’t need any,
Is it because they’re older, or is it just a mystery?
I’m searching for answers, with a curious mind,
Trying to make sense, of the world I find.
I know I’ll grow up, and understand one day,
But for now, I’ll keep asking, in my own way.”
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This is a poem about the transition from childhood to adolescence
