The whole idea of it makes me feel

Excited

Like I’m on a rollercoaster that’s only going up

A kind of sensation

Like the butterflies are having a war in my stomach

Fighting to be released

Is it too early to be thinking ahead?

Wondering what the other teenage years will be like

Only a year from today

Will it be as exciting as this day?

Will I be obsessed with celebrities?

Have my hair always perfectly done, no

Maybe I’ll be taller, as taller than my mom

But now I just blow out the thirteen

Candles on my cake

Watching my moms face slowly crumble

Her baby girls getting all grown up now and there’s no way to stop it

Maybe this is a sad day

My imagination no longer kid like

No more pretending I can fly

Or saying buzzghetti instead of spaghetti

I can say it correctly now

It seems only yesterday my brother and I were pretending

The living room floor was lava

“Don’t touch that floor or you lose”

We touch the floor regularly now.

Now I have real problems

Not as much innocence as before

It’s the real world and mommy can’t protect me

For much longer.