Can someone tell me where did the time go? What happened to those memories that felt like reality, which we call home? Why leave so peacefully leaving me alone, all on my own, is it now my turn to be grown? Yet you are still here every day as a wound, I bleed in imagery, hoping that you would swoon. Butterflies nesting in my stomach, a cocoon, fluttering so freely. It’s painful! Don’t you assume?    

Can someone tell me where did the time go? Diaper days went away as I stood up on my own. My mother always would tell me, “No Jamie no” and then I’d get in trouble and go off on my own. I enjoyed crying and whining to get what I wanted. Kisses upon my cheek and money for missing teeth. Those were the moments so dear to me.

Can someone tell me where did the time go? I grew up in a small town where everyone was known, but now I’m far away, unfriendliness has grown. The big city baby, everyone wants to go, but then they realize that they’re not ready and want a sheltered room or a rock to crawl under near dark hole.

Can someone tell me where did the time go? Getting bullied and taunted, running away real slow. Melancholy emotions in my veins and hurt in my soul. Having no friends to need and call on. Going home after a long day of “fun and play”, but to get shunned and ignored, doing the dishes and thinking about my life, is there more?

Can someone tell me where did the time go? I’m growing ill, getting sicker by the minute in my room. Went to wash to wash my hands and discovered I have bloomed. I am a lady now not a child, yet I still have my moods. A childlike mind society hates because I have broken the rules.

Can someone tell me where did the time go?

I had my own style and a mental function that creatively flows. I’d like to wear ties and huge hair bows and glitter and purple rings on my toes. I am African-American young lady and criticized as I go, by the choices I have made because I don’t like to just “go with the flow”. I enjoy hard rock and Celtic folk songs and the smell of Sharpee markers after I write on my arm. That sort of changed a lot being in a rush to go, at 6:45, as a senior who has grown with responsibilities that also comes along.

Can someone tell me where did the time go? Multiple events are coming up that I don’t know if I’m prepared for. Events that had already approached in my face, warring my down. Prom, senior dues, college, just to name a few. There are thousands more thoughts that I couldn’t bear on my own and I usually ease the pain with a story or a song.

Can someone tell me where did the time go? December 8, 2014 is today and it will continue to go. Months flew by and years followed. We are on that ride as well, if you remember the age you are now. Nothing stays the same, we will always, somehow change. I admit it is strange, but we live it every day.

Can someone tell me where did the time go? I know I ranted but I could help this sorrow. “Sorry, I’m just scared of the future. Until 3005, I’ve got your back, we can do this.”

Gambino told me that in a song that I like. He keeps my head up in the struggle and the fight. He helps me to be strong and make it with each step I take, while I breathe in each second of this “time”. What is time? Truly does anyone really know? I could possibly be a figment of our imaginations that we need in order to function because that’s what society does. Society tells us we have to be what it want us to be, yet we’re supposed to have a mind of our own. Time never left. I will never leave!