Growing Up
Growing up, thinking I'm going to be something,
As I kept wondering and wondering.
Im 18 and I'm ready to leave the house, I say
Parent said, Go one your way.
Growing up in this little world,
Crowded by people and it still fells as if I am still a little girl.
Everyday I wondered what I was going to eat,
Did not have no clothes on my back,
When I left the house, I thought I was going to live big,
But the lowest rent payment was to live in a shack.
I did not have no soap to bath with,
On Christmas, no I didn't bother to give me no gifts.
I didn't have no socks on my feet to keep me warm,
But the little fire I built didn't do me no harm.
As Christmas and Valentine passed by, I felt as if I was going to die.
I felt as if my soul was going to pass me on buy,
My heart bumped quicker and quicker,
As my bones started to get weaker and weaker.
As I took my last breath of thin air,
I knew when I died no one would care.
Before my eyes closed, for me to die, I thought back and I asked myself why?
I thought that me growing up and getting out the house would last,
But then I thought I Grew Up to Fast!
I said to myself, I guest this was a test,
I closed my eyes and laid to rest.
Copyright © Christina Price | Year Posted 2005
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