Growing Up

June 18, 2010
By ZeroTheClown SILVER, York, Pennsylvania
ZeroTheClown SILVER, York, Pennsylvania
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He wanted to be a rock
with gold beneath
But she wouldn't dig
He was buried alive.

He wanted to give her a burning kiss
in the afternoon sun
But she only knew how
to be cold.

He wanted to be a day to remember
A party in June, or a date in July
But she forgot
his name.

He wanted to be a drug
But she didn't want the high.

He wanted to be a knife
But she wouldn't die.

He decided to become
a man
and sometimes it was hard
But she was never quite
worth the time
So he was ready
to say good-bye.

The author's comments:
Inspired by a poem by Nikki Giovanni. I wrote this for my English class.

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