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Aging rapidly


He squirms in my mother’s arms

Finally here and thrashes around in hunger 

My brother who’s father left him now drinks the milk he needs and now calms 

The moment I see him everything spins like carousel 

The world I once lived in is gone and so is the child that was once me

At ten years old the adult who I am to become is rapidly forced upon my world 

I have to be him to help

And suddenly my childhood is taken, and with the adult that has to come also brings anger and fear 

Now with another family member I am more alone than ever, I am cast out like a leper even though I’m dragged in

I know who I have to be, but even then I silently fight myself and everyone around me

As the child in me slowly dies, he realizes the power of being a child and how the dream of growing up was always a lie

I realize now I’m much older than I ever was and now is the time to call on maturity 

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