Poem from last years litterateur class;

Growing up.

Near the age when questions start to appear 

You’re wondering why or how,

Your road is not clear.

Pink is not my favorite color 

Neither I wear my rainbow shoes

Hide and seek feels like past 

Everything changed so fast.

My favorite songs were about flowers,

The sun , the moon, and stars

And now, about stupid love that always leave scars

“If you give a mouse a cookie”as my dearest book

Every night before bed

I read it loudly to myself

Funny. Now,it’s not even on my shelf.

My moms rules become a joke

Cues why I should care 

Isn’t the point to be cool

And not listen to any rule 

But the pain that I feel

Is because today I am aware 

Of the cruel world that surrounds me

And people that don’t care.

-Darby 💗💗