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Growing, A terrifying feeling


 

Gone are my twig legs, and flat chest

Now I have a butt and breast ……

Very little but still noticeable 

No more ballies and barrette, just braid outs and natural hair stress

No more mommy holding my hand through the day 

Now I make the hard decisions


No more K-12

Now I chose The next path

I hope it goes well

No more free schooling,

No more free lunch,

No more free transportation,

And no more free stuff


No more wasteful spending 

Now I buckle down, I have tuition, housing, and supplies 

To think about.


Gone are summer camps

And catching fireflies at night 

Now, these hot long days are filled with working minimum wage,

And making sure customers are alright.


Now that my path is chosen

With no more sitting dreaming about the world 

Now I have to go discover the world

 

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