Grown

Wake up at noon to the sound of a birds. 

Mom and Dad don't nag anymore.

Thrown in a world with no money,

Hoping to find your way. 

Going to school, and

Trying your best. 

That's me now.

I'm all...

Grown.

This poem is about: 
Me

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