The World Around Me
I look around
I see the beauty of the world
As it revolves around me
I hear all my 30 of my friends calling my name
Telling me to hurry up and come play
I touch my smoothe skin
For it has not known the name Acne ever
I smell the freshness of air
As if I had not gone to play in ages
I taste the little juice boxes
The lunchlady always gave for lunch at school
I look around
I see the beautiful things that I thought was supposed to only be at the top of my head
Sprouting all over my body
I hear my mother say its about that time
And I would laugh because that time never comes
I touch my chest only to find
little mosquito bites starting to poke out and form
I smell the scent of my armpits
Needing more air to breathe
I taste hot chips and candy all the time
because thats all that used to fill me up
I look around
I see my little friend on my forehead
Telling me whats up girl you might want to pop me tonight
I hear my bell ringing
Its time to change classes
I touch my phone 24/7
because that is the only thing that keeps my occupied on my downtime
I smell the air and for some reason it sometimes smells different
And like my momma said "its about that time"
I taste the air around me
Its it filled with fake and dishonest people without good intentions
I look around
I see myself
I have changed
I hear the way I talk
It has changed
I touch my body
It has changed
I smell myself
It has changed
I taste the air around me
Come to find out thats the only thing in my life that hasn't changed
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