18 Poem, by E. Evergreen, at My poetic side

They say you’re brand new at 18

And the world is out there waiting for you

But lately

I feel like maybe

There’s nothing for this world that I could do

I’m just a number

I’m just another

Place holder in this world of worker bees

And I would rather

Be off somewhere

Sippin tropical juices and smoking my weed

I think maybe, there’s got to be more to me

Than this one horse town

That’s got me down on my knees

That maybe, I’m worth more than these paper degrees

I wanna leave

I wanna find the things they never said I’d have

I wanna prove to them, havin no money ain’t half bad

That the earth beneath my feet

Is just enough for me

I’m complete

For 18

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