The Day I Realized

I went to the hospital to visit my little sister;

a newborn baby near her death bed.

As I said hello but not goodbye 

the world seemed to be JUST fine.

That was when I realized;

I am not a toddler.

 

My friend came to me after being raped;

forced and locked in his room.

As I tried to guide him to loving hands,

the world did not seem as bright.

That was when I realized;

I am not a kid.

 

12.AM 

Speeding through silent streets,

racing the grim reaper to my friend.

Visiting him in the hospital for days.

As I was buzzed through steel doors;

the world became grim.

That was when I realized;

I am not a child.

 

Goodbye after goodbye.

Suicide after suicide.

Late night after late night.

As I looked to myself for comfort,

the world felt numb.

That was when I realized;

I am not a young adult.

 

All my staples ripped away:

car stolen, grandpa hospitalized, the sudden death of my family dog.

As I stepped away from my best friend’s side to hold my little sister close,

the world gave me a Purpose.

That is the day I realized; 

I am an adult.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community

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