Murdered Or Adult?
So, I’m eighteen
Big deal
I woke up to see the same ol' face
Yup...same teeth, eyes…nostril hair etc.
Looked around for some scars:
But no, they were still playing hide and seek
Suddenly a kiss from nowhere!
All day long its been a parade of smothering wishes,
Rio De Grande of fabricated lies and curses..
People who hate me congratulate and
I ask “Why?...What for?”
Thank you..
The years have gone like a mosquito bite
My head is sore
‘Adult’ here, ’Adult there’…’ Adult!..my oh my!’
Shut up!
Does anybody know I want a chocolate cake?
And NOT cocaine.
Copyright © Iman Roy | Year Posted 2010
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