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

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