The Woman Child

Come in children...the water is fine... warm...deep... surprisingly calm.
Come in children...the beds are made... fresh... clean...safe & silent.
All the children...come into the light... come into...you...


I am a ‘child’. I am a’ woman child’. I can admit that. I suppose I will always be a ‘Woman child’at this point of my existance.

My eyes still grow big, wide and wondrous when the sun rises and sets. When the moon spins around the earth and on any given day &/or night with the colors that it may reflect. I am a ‘child’ that loves to touch things and people and play. Oh I’m a big Little ‘child’ that really loves to play. However, I’ve played the longest game of hide and not seek with myself.

I am a ‘child’ a child who’s underdeveloped in love. Although I may be ‘of it’, falling into it so much as I often times slam against the core of being in it. You know...Truly IN it… I am a ‘child’ who hurts others who crushes them with words thoughts and misdeeds like ants under a magnifying glass. I am a child who is scared virtually all the time….I sleep with closet doors closed and blankets pulled tightly around my sometimes childishly big head and even bigger heart.

I am a ‘child’ who can vividly say what I’m feeling when I feel it as a child rarely holds their thoughts until enough “shut ups”, or “you don’t know what you’re talking about” or “you’re a child so stay in a child’s place” come crashing into their eyes and they grow muted.



I am a ‘child’ who wanders aimlessly, but yet finds personal purpose in wandering. I’m a child who knows too much yet not a fucking thing because what a child knows is certain that The Now is The Now is The Now.

I’m a 'child' who doesn’t ever want to grow up. I only seek to grow out. This ‘child’ I am, I am this ‘child’ who experiments a lot. I’m a child who never dreamed of being who I am in This Now.

This ‘woman child’, who sometimes places herself in uncomfortable homes within her choices, chances and changes... But, who takes residence in knowing herself in the uncomfortable choices, chances and changes. I’m a child that’s tired. I am a 'child' who cries. I am a 'child' who sleeps. I am a 'child' who needs, wants, and desires hugs and kisses.

We are children who know everything we do. Yet, know a lot of nothing in the things that we do simultaneously. We are ‘children’ who scar each other and the scabs become so thick that they are their own entities and bore resemblances of our forsaken selves within our childhood pasts, presents and whatever future we can or cannot conceive in the whispers of our pillows.

I am this glorious 'Woman child' who cultivates her own Beautiful, Courageously Naked, Triumphs on her own terms. Tamura 'Aura Dynamo' Little





"Go do something Audacious with yourself and enjoy the memories!" - Aura Dynamo

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