Eighteen
Eighteen,
Comes after seventeen,
And comes before nineteen,
Basically I just want you to know,
Eighteen is just a number,
My attitude was the same at seventeen,
And the will be the same at nineteen,
So why throw in my face each time that i do something,
You think you are grown,
Because that's not it,
I knew right from wrong at a very young age,
I was a kid so yes,
We messed up,
But OMG i don't do things because i think i'm grown,
Yes when i was young i said that i wanted to move at eighteen,
But that's what every child dreams of pursuing to,
They think they will have a better chance at doing things at eighteen,
Than doing them young,
Which they do,
But the consequences are more revealing as well,
I can't wait until i reach nineteen,
Maybe i will stop hearing this talk about eighteen,
The number eighteen is giving me a headache,
Signed,
Vernard L. Mays
Copyright © Vernard Mays | Year Posted 2011
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