It's twenty-seventeen
Though I ain't seventeen
Yet I'm a teen
Baby I'm eighteen
Good Lord it's already matric
But I'm tiny as a tick
Though then I'm tall as a stick
Worry less it's not a trick
October is approaching already
And I swear I'm not ready
To be all careful and tidy
Yet I'm willing to study
Mathematics I see you on core
Because then I'm eager to score
Well, my siblings I will scare
If I put my English on core
So, English I'm craving for higher level
Mom I'm not afraid to fail
Dad I'm neither scared to fall
'cause my mind is extremely tall
Farewell high school I'm going to UNAM
'cause then I have a very big dream
To pass it'll honestly come
Guys be prepared to meet me
YOU ARE READING
Diary of a teen girl
PoetryPoems of a teen girl living her world and rather trying to find a way out of life's falls.
