When I grow up...

When I grow up
I want to be famous
I want people to know my name
and have it resonate within their hearts
so much so that they will name children, streets, buildings, bridges after me
I will be in every topic of conversations
"Mama" and "dada" will no longer be a child's first words
but my "oof"

When I grow up
I want to be an artist
The next Gillian Ayres, Lee Krasner or Philip Sutton
Not Freud or Van Gogh,
all creators of visual splendor but some less tragic than others...

When I grow up
I want to be a designer
Fashion
Dior, Prada, Erdem and Stella McCartney will want me
Kate Moss, Angelina Jolie, Alexa Chung will wear me
Girls will covert my clothing
From the moment they first gaze in Vogue
Or maybe
Interior
Making a space you
Making your space you
Making your space me
colour, monochrome
vibrant, nutral
cushions (pillows?), walls, curtains, windows, stairs, cabinets, beds, decor, fabric
Fabric
pattern, print
Design...

When I grow up
I want to be a doctor
Save lives
Cure diseases
Help humanity
Cancer who?
Faint at the first drip drop of blood
injections, immunisations
screaming scared children
"Where's my mummy?"

When I grow up
I want to be happy
I want to be loyal
I want to be laughing so hard I cry floods and tie my stomach into knots
I want to be inspired
I want to be productive
I want to be kind and caring
I want to be carefree
I want to be creative
I want to be knowledgeable
I want to be fun
and have fun
I want to be spontaneous
I want to smile
I want to be loved
I want to be me.