Let me laugh, let me dream; let me be a child…
Let me grow, let me learn; let me burn like wild…
Let me work, let me play; let me have some fun…
Let me run, let me roam; let me have freedom…
Let me live, let me love; let me do my thing…
Let me dance, let me give; I have a song to sing!
June 1977 my first poem age 11
Oh, my!
ReplyDeleteAfter the long conversation we've been having today, this poem is almost chilling. Seems to me that, at 11, you knew perfectly well what was being stifled, and what you needed.
So much love and light to you, now and also back then.