For The People Who Grew

​I became that I am

Over time. I was always 

This person,

I did not change, I grew.

I am the boy now

I was the man then

The tree is the sapling

Just as the sapling is the tree

And a catepillar 

is a butterfly with imaginary wings

And a diamond with flaws

Is still a precious gem 

And women are ladies

No matter the length of their hem

We are that we are going to be

I will be who I am. Existential me. 

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