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Almost Grown-Up: But Not Quite

I am almost seventeen years old,
It is almost summer, and
My boyfriend and I are 
Kissing with the 
Lights off...
I tell him I don't want sex.
I wonder if this will be like
The time-

I am sixteen years old;
It's cold outside but
My boyfriend and I are 
Kissing with the 
Lights off-
He asks me if I want
To have sex...
When I say no, he tells me
It's okay- but his hands 
Move to my body-
I still don't say yes,
But after a while,
He doesn't want to
See me as much anymore,
And I guess some other girl
Finally told him what 
He wanted to hear
Because it turns out that
He's been cheating on me...

Then I am fifteen years old,
Being asked my age
And receiving disappointment
From the hands of the  
Asker- always male-
Because my answer is
Three years less than
What he's asking for-

I am fourteen years old
And I stay home because
I have decided that
Boys are not worth
My time;
Not since-

I am thirteen years old,
And the same boy 
That kissed me first time
Asks me to have sex.
We break up after
I say no.

I am twelve years old
And my first boyfriend
Kisses me for the first time
On my birthday...
He tells me that he will
Love me forever.

I am eleven years old
And sometimes I wish
I had a boyfriend.

I am ten years old-
Sometimes I wish
I was a grown-up.

I am nine years old-

I am eight years old-

I am seven years old
And playing with Barbies;
Barbie is on top of Ken
Because that's what
Grown-ups do
On television...

I am six years old-

I am five years old-
I throw a fit because 
I am informed that
I will have to grow up
One day...

I am four years old
And Mommy and Daddy
No longer sleep in the
Same bed, now don't live
In the same house;
They explain to me and 
The other kids that they
Are never getting back
Together, but it's not
Because they don't 
Love us, they just
Have grown-up
Problems-

I am three years old-
When I have nightmares,
I crawl into bed
With Mommy and Daddy...
I don't know why they
Share a bed, but I guess
It's because they always
Want to be together-

I am two years old-

I am one year old- 

I am a summer baby
Because my parents 
Made me on Christmas, 
And that's way more 
Than a sixteen-year-old
Needs to hear...

I am almost seventeen years old,
It is almost summer, and
My boyfriend and I are 
Kissing with the 
Lights off...
I tell him I don't want sex.
He says okay...
It doesn't matter.
His hands move to
My face.

Copyright © Cameron Hartley | Year Posted 2014

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