A glorified growth

The red and blue lights took over my blood

And when I ended the eighth grade, I was trying to avoid the so called “hood”-

Boysss, and when I turned the corner or entered a room I looked for them

And if they weren’t in sight I took a deep breath, and counted till my temmper-

Cooled down, and if i ever became shaky I would refer to a friend,

And when they became shady, I played pretend.

I sat and counted to ten.

I entered freshman year with weights to bare me down,

Kept me grounded, never letting a dream lift me too high, I kept myself sound.

Run-ins and run-outs taught me how to be prepared, without a trip to town.

And when Jr. year came I wore a crown,

And when pressure overtook me, it didn’t seem to fit

And I fumbled, and tumbled till it fell to the ground.

And when Senior year came, she whispered of promises

A sweet, silhouette of sounds.

And when I left everything I knew

I provided for myself, and stood my ground.

Written: May 6th, 2019 8:06 PM Monday