Not ready, not yet.
It started with a cap and gown
Cheers and laughter with hats covering the sky as clouds
piercing the sun as it flies into the air
Until flashes of light hit my eyes
On its way down I wake up
Awaken from my dream.. No a nightmare
Of decisions responsibilities and growing up
No i'm not ready, not yet
It started with a seat belt
A glance in the mirror
Turning the key but then a slam on the break immediately
The force of the car going forward and backwards like a rocking chair
It throws me through the windshield as I awake
Getting my license was a nightmare
places to be, roads to cross, going through lights on a touch and go
No no i’m not ready, not yet
Boys and girls holding hands
All at the time middle school began
Does he love me or love me not I open my locker
Over to the right 15, then left passing zero to 24, then all the way right to 5
Will you go to the 6th grade dance with me
A locker shuts
Getting asked out would be every girls dream
Not for me my
heart races, emotions make me start pacin, I just can't take it
I'm not ready, not yet
Red yellow blue
These are the colors of my own hand print tattoos
Teacher! teacher! look the paint it covers my skin am I pretty again
Learning the ABC’s and rhyming things
Now learning to read
The Teacher speaks
I wake up from the nightmare
No learning no teaching nothing hard only basic
Colors, recess, and abc’s
No i'm not ready yet
Hospital bed and mother yelling
Father holding on to mamas hand
brother sits in the waiting room patiently
The doctor comes in
March 21 what a beautiful day to have a baby
1...2….3… push!
I hold my breath
No life
no struggles
no family
This baby isn't ready
Nor will they ever be
Not yet.
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.