I’m no longer a kid.
I care what people think of me;
the way I act,
the way I look,
the clothes I wear.
I’m no longer a kid.
Back then, letters were only building blocks used for spelling,
Why do they now mark the corner of my work?
Why do they determine my academic future?
I’m no longer a kid.
My tears are no longer spilled over a grazed knee
For now they pour over anxious thoughts-
Will they ever stop falling?
I'm no longer a kid.
We were told to be bodies full of kindness,
because everyone deserves love.
Why are some people treated differently?
I’m no longer a kid.
The world has opened up it’s true self to me
and now I drown in it.
-thelosstpoetjournals
Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 11:25 AM UTC
I’m no longer a kid.
I care what people think of me;
the way I act,
the way I look,
the clothes I wear.
I’m no longer a kid.
Back then, letters were only building blocks used for spelling,
Why do they now mark the corner of my work?
Why do they determine my academic future?
I’m no longer a kid.
My tears are no longer spilled over a grazed knee
For now they pour over anxious thoughts-
Will they ever stop falling?
I'm no longer a kid.
We were told to be bodies full of kindness,
because everyone deserves love.
Why are some people treated differently?
I’m no longer a kid.
The world has opened up it’s true self to me
and now I drown in it.
-thelosstpoetjournals
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