At the age of five,
I wore my ponytail high,
Hailey wore her blond curls loose,
And Cole wore his cropped and short.
We talked about little things,
And giggled at the sight of birds and squirrels,  
We were free.

At the age of ten,
I was called ugly for the first time,
Hailey noticed her dad drinking something like apple juice,
And Cole seemed to like boys more than girls.
We didn’t talk about any of it.
And we giggled at our cartoons still,
But we were still free.

At the age of fifteen,
I was taunted everyday until I screamed and cried,
Hailey’s dad drank the apple juice more and started to use his hands to show power,
And Cole didn't tell his parents about his boyfriend knowing they would scream,
We talked about it for the first time,
And we giggled as the ***** burned our throats.
We didn't feel free anymore.

At the age of twenty,
I had written my story on my arms,
But was okay for once in my life.
Hailey didn’t make it to 19,
Considering that her dad didn’t let her.
And Cole got hell from his parents about his boyfriend and was kicked out at 17,
Even though Hailey and me told him it was okay to be with a man.

Now at the age of twenty five,
Cole and me sit at Hailey’s grave,
Drinking the same ***** we did ten years ago,
Giggling at the small things in our lives again,
And suddenly feeling free,
Just like we were five again.