My Poems

11. In the Years of My Life (A Year Ago)

At the age of one, I was born
With no knowledge of what life on me would be worn.
At the age of two, I started to walk,
It wasn't until seven that I would learn to properly talk.
By the age of three, I started to learn what it felt to be free;
Running around and making my own choices of what I wanted to see.
Turning four, I see expressions like never before;
And recognized them, seeing something off on the people's ores.
Five came around, and I went to school;
That was, after chopping half of my hair to try and look cool.

Once I had arrived at the year of six, I had lived alongside one man;
A man who had changed my family's life, and brought us and my dad together to stand
Seven rolls by and I ran into a bully,
Everyday, every week, every month, always, surely.
At the age of nine, I thought I have repurposed my lines;
The lines of many unreachable dreams, and they were mine.
By ten years old, I had prepared to move;
Away from the man, away from the drama, away from the bully grove.

11, my first birthday in a new world;
In a place I didn't trust or know, and in fate where my destiny is a thread burled.
12th year, and I started junior high,
Bustling with older kids, and a repeat of the past was nigh.
13 years old and I finally did a newly casual middle school trend,
A sweet boy with similar passions to mine, at my age becoming more than a close friend.
14 bursts right into my life, and I had graduated the middle of education,
The party, the memories, and some close friends slowly fade away because of new foundations.
And 15 years after birth, and I was already experiencing repeats,
As a student scared of repeating the bad stuff in my life, my mind forces me, everytime, to retreat.

Then I turned 16. Rather than keeping it cheap,
Parents now think spoiling children rotten is better since they couldn't afford nicer things when they were young peeps.
Now I am 17, and this is my senior year;

Within the next 9 months I will not sit back, and behind I will not steer;
For soon I will be 18,
Getting a new job, working to type through a better screen;
I will refuse to let down, and I shall refuse to give up
For I, a mere bird, will learn to fly high and not stop.
Throughout the ages of my life, I had only flown short distances
But from here on out, I will not just go to the goal and hop over tall fences.