Time to grow

Fri, 08/07/2015 - 14:20 -- zoetom

In less than a month I leave 
I've lived in my nest for the past 17 years 
I was born 
I was raised 
I was me
An African-American girl
A Brooklyn girl
A person looking and moving ahead
I'm leaving the nest, but I won't leave my roommates behind
I continue on with them 
I  continue to learn and grow with them 
From them 
They helped to make to me 
so far 
Everything is awesome

This poem is about: 
Me

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