I used to go to kindergarten and primary school.
I would dress up as princesses and my favorite Toy Story character
Jess. Then, one day,
I saw my teacher cry. She bid us farewell
And then, next autumn, I saw a big banner that read
"Welcome to Middle School, dear friends!"
All of sudden girls started wearing
Makeup and high heels.
Their voices sounded like fingernails on blackboard
They had their nails done.
I was dumbfounded, in my leather jacket and Converse.
I enjoyed SpongeBob while they talked about boys.
And that year I realised
That words could scratch sharper
And more painful than professionally done manicured nails.
Cheers to the teenage years, my
Fellow friends! For no years are as
Overdramatized, crazy, and
Painfully scratching,
As these.
~a poem by Bea~
Author's Note: Good day to everyone that read this poem. I hope you enjoyed it, for you have just spent 1and something minutes of your life. :)
xx, Bea.
