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There's a lady I know that stands on the road Everyday I watch her struggle with her load I watch her banter with the other women as she sets up She laughs as she unwraps corn and drinks from the same cup
Like a casual walk in the park I still feel I have places to go Things to do And people to see, but can they see me Am I really ready to be visible?
Growing up is tough. Requires a lot of self- Trust Often times You can misjudged Situations Where there is
Drink a little more darling, maybe it’ll fill the empty spaces in your chest Smoke that last cigarette sweetheart, maybe they’ll accept you for who you are
A breath is a reflex, yet so forth is a tear dripping from the infamous ducts of a youthful eye. Paranoia clouds an infantile mind, such as the simplistic thoughts of a glossy eyed Barbie doll
You decided to be a mama, you carried a sweet little baby in your tummy You decided to love that child Unconditionally I'm still that baby, mama, you wanted me. you wanted me. I got your face, I got your voice,
Things can change very quickly Sometimes in the span of one minute I came home from school and saw you sitting with our grandma The both of you looked at me and I knew that was it
remember how it feltto learn that everything you worked for was finally right in front of you? remember how it felt to learn that your graduation will come early?
I knew I had grown when my toes stretched out from my shoes. I knew I had grown when my clothes no longer hung loose. I knew I had grown when I went from being as small as an elf to as tall as Zeus.
Walking down the hallway Look down and it's flooded with lights Everyone had those shoes Well I didn't Thought they were cool though And yeah They were cool And I thought I'd get some
If there is something I hate, It will be change News are told Knew it would come but not so soon Go pale, wonder where the past years gone Ones where no care was given
My life has been lived backwards,like a subsequent story of The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. I can’t quite remember a moment when I made the distinction between child and adult, in the same way I can’t recall my fourth birthday party.
You're lost in this world You're curious and seek the answers to everything You ask basic questions from left to right Hoping to understand these phenomenons around you But then we grow up
I’m not a kid anymore My school no longer has a playground That has a slide as long as the hallway to the door I’m not a kid anymore