1st birthday. I can finally say 'mama'. I can walk. I get what I want when I give that cute ol' puppy-eyes look.
6th birthday. First day in school. Strange faces. Strange black wall. Strange white writings on the black wall. They call it 'A B C D'.
10th birthday. Boy approaches me. Cute boy. He wants to hold my hand. I shy off and run to my friends.
13th birthday. Weird things happening in my body. I feel like I like boys. I don't want to like boys. But I feel drawn to them.
16th birthday. I'm the ISH! Don't tell me what to do. I know what am doing. It's my life. So don't bug me. Cute boy now likes me. Cute boy and me are together now. Forever. (Or so I think)
18th birthday. Finally, adulthood! NO, my mama tells me. But I'm legal now. I can drink. I can club. I'm free. 'Not when you're under my roof' Mama screams.
21st birthday. Now am technically an adult. School's almost over. Enough heartbreaks. I'm independent. (Or so I think)
25th birthday. I make my own decisions. I pay my own bills. Pressure builds...'When are you bringing a man home' retorts Mama. The hunt begins. Not for cute boy. But for man. Man willing to love me. Forever. (for real)
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