I'm Only 17A Poem by Tellie AllenYou use to be the man I used to call my dad And you were known To be kind of lazy. But When mom fell for you I was young so for me It was still kind of new. Nine years of love, nine Years of my life ended within Just on day.
Now years later we Still feel the sting. Late bill Here no money there, gradually Became unpaid bills here and No money there. Forcing Mom to try and fix everything While you lay and mooch Off someone else. What happened to The man that cared?
I’m only 17 I should be Worrying about boys, School, and other things. But no I have to worry about How many boxes will it Take to pack my house Then where I am going to live. Where am I going to sleep?
I’m only 17 I need to worry About graduation and college Not where the hell I’m I going to live. I’m 17 I need to be getting ready To be moving on. Not moving out. To be getting a job. Not sleeping on The street. I’m only 17 and I can become homeless. I’m only 17 and I’m going to lose a Future. I’m only 17.
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4 Reviews Added on December 9, 2012 Last Updated on December 9, 2012 AuthorTellie AllenMeridian, IDAboutWriting is in my blood Its how i communicate. Welcome to my world. Emotions, situations, and thoughts. Im just as crazy as you would expect. Lots of trauma and healing will be exposed. Luckily .. more..Writing
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