Son of my Mom's Friend

“I’m not afraid of anything, except God,” you said.

The son of my mom’s friend, that’s what he said. 

We were young children, we liked to chitter chatter,          

Unbeknownst to us, the world’s true nature.

 

“Who’s your crush,” a girl would twitter.

“The son of my mom’s friend,” I would whisper.

Our minds grew along with our bodies,

And suddenly my friends and classmates got naughty.

 

Sex, Dutch oven, hook-ups, dating, nookies,

What happened to playing and eating cookies?

Asked Mom if him and I could still play,

She said no-way.

 

Lost one friend, but I could gain others,

Some named Bradley, Grayson, Christopher, and others.

Attracted to my hair full of curls,

My body that had more curves than other middle-school girls.

 

Laughing it off, five foot four me,

148 pounds, my face with a little acne.

I give a slight grimace in front of their excited faces,

Mom taught me boys like to try everything these ages.

 

Hookups don’t last for more than a month,

Some girls got pregnant for nine months.

I would recall those days, when I and him-

When I was still naïve, when I was still slim.