Not Playing Small

I have been told, I often write sad and depressing poems and maybe a little complicated poems that are difficult to understand and grasp. So, here is a fun little poem that I wrote while in a preppy mood.

Esperando Que Les Guste..

I am tired of playing small.

I would rather have a ball

Stretch my wings and fly

No longer want to crawl and cry

Maybe have a little chat

On a talk show with Chris Pratt

Or maybe go on a tour

With likes of Mandy Moore

Well there is so much to do

Could star in a movie too

Shoutout to Sam Raimi and Jon Favreau

Can I be part of Spider-Man and woo you two

Lend my voice to a Disney character

Or get roasted by Simon Cowell on X-Factor

Create my own little Jannat

Be a party guest at Mannat

I am cool with making memories

Hang out with family and friends wearing fun accessories

Added the lines to sound well-rounded

Otherwise may get hounded

Have all my dreams come alive

And let myself thrive

So let me heal and heal tonight

Climb and fall but still reach new heights

I would rather take hundreds of falls

But no longer playing it small

~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

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