Haters say i'm living in a dream
I say they don't know where I've been
Seventeen but I've been through thick and thin
Seen more deaths than a 60year old has seen
In all situations i wanted to win
All i wanted was to be queen
But i was weak and a little less keen
Memories of my life are in my ripped jeans
I'm a broken within, empty within
Remorse like a fish with a broken fin
Inexplicable, I hope you know what i mean
The in my shoes was too much for your feet to fit in
Cold and pale, my skin got green
I could use an overdose of pennicilin
It had me turned into a tin
Found myself lying in the dust bin
I said life is surely mean
Bitter like sour jelly beans
I fought and made most of my life through hustlin
I asked the Lord to forgive my sins
To carry on and be the dean
Because not a single shoulder i had to lean
I'm soldiering on and i'm doing me
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A Flowering Girl
PoetryThese are poems of a girl as she goes through various stages and processes in her teen life before she natures into a woman's. Love, hope, pain, and growth among other things are constantly present in this transition.
