Growing Up
The day was clear
No clouds in the sky
House was loud
My brothers yelling about childish things
I just walked away
Yelling stayed
I played music in my ears
My mind was clear
My mom come in
Wondering what was going on
I just sat there
Music even louder
I understood when to stop
The old me would have stayed
Yelled along with them
Scream and shout while trying not to cuss them out
Instead I turned the other cheek
That day was cool
Sunny and calm
In my mind
Breathing in air
Thanking God I made it here
Mature but young
Finding my way till this day
No problem anyway
This poem is about:
Me