All Grown Up

 

I started kindergarten with big thoughts and messy pigtails

And I told Lana I liked her skirt and we became best friends

And wished Peter Pan would take me to Neverland already 

And Mrs. Lazalear wasn't our teacher anymore and the whole class cried

And me and Sierra played barbies and wished we were all grown up

 

I started third grade with big words and short hair

And Lana moved away and I met Bella who's friend was mean to her and we became best friends

And wished I was a fairy and I was still waiting for Peter Pan

And Jacey nearly died choking on her hair clip 

and the whole class cried

And me and Kelly played barbies and wished we were all grown up

 

I started sixth grade with big plans and stained jeans

And Bella wasn't in my class anymore and I went to a singing class and I met Frankie and we became best friends

And I wished cancer was cured because then Jules and Carly's mom would still be here and 

I had given up on Peter Pan 

And the whole class went to the funeral and we all cried

And Frankie didn't want to play barbies because she said we were too grown up

 

I started eight grade with a big voice

and liquid eye liner

And Frankie started acting different and talking different and I met Gwen who made me laugh and think a lot and we became best friends

And I wished that Ashley wouldn't cut herself  and I wished I still believed in Peter Pan 

And those babies from Sandy Hook got shot and the whole class cried

And Gwen said she still played with barbies too sometimes and we wondered if we still wanted to be 

all grown up

 

I am at the end of high school with big dreams and messy hair

And Lana's gone and I don't see Bella and Frankie changed 

And I wished that Todd hadn't killed himself and I decided it was ok to still wish for Peter Pan 

And I don't know what's going to happen in the years to come

But I know it's going to be a lot harder than playing barbies

And what absolutely terrifies me is that I once said, I can't wait to be all grown up

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community

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