What I Wanna Be When I Grow Up Part 1


When I enter pre-school I remember, all the rules
ABCs and 123 sleep time but while the teacher reads
Itsy Bitsy Spider, for me
When the rain of home the next day the sun dries me
Seems like the only cap and gown I seen
Watching my life on this widescreen
The household struggles took away my dream
Moved from the projects, what did it cost me?
A school of learning, I was a bumblebee
But the family grew, needed more room
Didn’t know welfare was everybody’s dreams
To the second stage, if my theme getting beat up became an outside thing
So I couldn’t focus on being a king
I went to neighbor to neighbor to learn different things
Looking at God’s nature, the stray things I knew since I was the only
I hear owls (sing) that I have to keep seeing things
That’s not what I wanted to be when I grew up
Sometimes I don’t think I’ll ever grow up
I still pray every day to what I wanna be when I grow up
But just in case I don’t show up
He bless (his children) to play
Be safe and grow up
(No matter what color in your cup)
Or what’s your family luck
Just say, your prayers when you get stuck and they will show up


  1. Anthony A on February 13, 2019 at 8:11 PM

    This is really good! I like how you have developed your own style – one that complements your experience and speaks to who you really are. Very powerful content and excellent organization.

  2. M Argersinger on February 15, 2019 at 12:08 PM

    Great poem, written with sincerity and from the heart. Keep praying as you say, it’s the most powerful thing you have!

  3. molly on February 15, 2019 at 12:18 PM

    This is excellent! My favorite line is “I could not focus on being a king.” Like Bruce Springsteen wrote, “It’s hard to be a saint in the city.” I think St. Ignatious wrote,”Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.” This poem is a powerful testament to this. Keep writing!

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