Next Phase

Maybe it was when my father was melting behind bars.

Or that time I got a car I had been needing.

It also could have been the moment my mother and I agreed,

"Maybe it is time for you to move out."

No matter what day or what hour it was,

Maturity kept rising in me.

 

It could have been the sin on the bathroom floor,

Possibly the moment I went against all that I used to believe.

The music I listened to changed,

My sign could have been when I crossed the graduation stage.

No matter the minute or second,

A transformation happened.

 

From innocent child to a conflicted adult,

From a freeloader to a money-maker,

My title changed and continues to change.

Each new experience giving me a new meaning to what is called adulthood.

This poem is about: 
Me

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