Stupid Little Sentences

2 - Ode To Me (poem)

I'm starting with my birth giver,
The entity named "mum"
Who carried me for nine whole months
Inside her giant tum

And when I popped into the world
A strange, precocious child,
She kept me there inside the house
To stop me running wild

Because of this, I read a lot
Devoured entire books whole
Non-fiction bored me to the core
But novels soothed my soul

By the ripe old age of four
I'd learned to read and spell
I went to school and parrotted facts
and gave my teachers hell

As years went by, my reading levels
Soared almost sky high
Schools brought in mobile libraries
To keep me satisfied

I also illustrated books
I'd written on my own
At about the time when most
Played on their mobile phones

My teachers seemed to love me but
My peers thought I was weird
Except for two or three of them
Who laughed when people jeered

And then there came the time for me
To say farewell and leave
My primary school for one much more
"Intimidating" I perceived

As it turns out, my high school
Wasn't all entirely shabby
I learned new things and made new friends
And thought that I was happy

Then family troubles came to town
Leaving me bereft
Of expected social skills
And friends who somehow left

Finally my life picked up
Tumultuous though it stayed
It's hard to function with a mum
When all she does is "pray"

I turned to music at this time
And stayed inside my room
Crying into pillows
At the most appropriate tunes

Then legal aid decided that
Our family needed help
And finally results were reached
And my relief was felt

And now I'm at a place where I
Can see a brightening future
I have my own ambitions
though I need a few more sutures

I have a feeling that my life
Is coming back together:
I'm making sure my happiness
Will matter most
Forever

-A.Txox