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It’s Just Another Tale of (Not) Growing Up
A Poem
age twelve —
I loved Hilary Duff
and wanted to be a closet rock star,
just strumming songs for an audience of one
age thirteen —
I thought Harry Potter
was the love of my life
because he had magic and I did not
age fourteen —
I wanted to be an anime girl
with flowing pink hair
and suitors running after me down the halls
age fifteen —
I thought I loved an internet boy,
and my mother thought
I was ruining my life inch by inch
age sixteen —
I wanted to be the captain of my fate
even though I didn’t sit even once
in the driver’s seat of a car
age seventeen —
I thought I’d be a famous author
to make all the bullies in my life
realize I was a star in their sea of rocks
age eighteen —
I realized my mother was slowly dying,
and I had no time for myself at…
