chana

Nineteen

Can’t you see I’m growing ?

With height and strength of recycled ambition coming and going 

Can’t you see I’m living ?

Top down , too tight shorts clinging to air as I adjust my tube top 

I’m riding the wave of life without letting the riptide ambush me and my emotions undress me.

What’s a girl without a little fun ?

Simply boring

Dissolve in my curves , indulge in my words as I spell out my dreams in MLA format big enough to read. 

Bid me goodbye , kiss me goodnight as the sun sets in our little story and I go back to the ghetto where the sidewalks are cracked. 

I hear the oomph sound when the car hits the pothole and I smile cause I’m home.  

The place where growth is limited ,problems are heightened and always reminding.