Little Inklings 2022

Since we were youth, we had to write our own stories Our lives are like books with blank pages Like pens frolicking on a blank paper with no goal No matter who you were You were asked a question Who do you want to become? Truly no one had the answer No one knew what you would leave as a splotch of ink That would bleed into the pages of the world For some, splotches of ink would be harder to leave People tell us we can’t become who we want to be We have to check the boxes We can reach for the stars We can reach for the stars Because if we fall we land on clouds. And that's the perfect splotch we can make. WHO WILL I BE? CLEMENTINA GONZALEZ BERGODERI ❜ 27 32