Age

A Poem by Mica Cas

Just a poem about my situation.

Age.

Why does it matter?

Why must it be a cage?

Life’s a disaster.

Why does it matter

That I’m not as old as the other writers?

I’ve done research,

so why does it shatter?

I’m not a fighter.

I’m not as old as the other writers

Which means I’m seen as lower.

I’m not a fighter.

I’m not some special clover.

I’m seen as lower

To all the editors out there.

I’m not some special clover,

I should end this nightmare.

To all the editors out there,

You’ve yet to have seen.

I should end this nightmare

Since I’m only a teen.

You’ve yet to have seen

How much I’ve grown.

I’m only a teen

But I’ve learned everything on my own.

I’ve grown

But it’s not enough.

I’ve learned everything on my own.

Why haven’t I given up?

It’s not enough.

I have no support.

Why haven’t I given up?

Everyone tells me to abort.

I have no support.

Not from family, friends, or myself.

Everyone tells me to abort

And try something else.

Family, friends, and myself

Know my best bet lies in computer science.

Why’d I try something else?

Did I write out of pure defiance?

My best bet lies in computer science

And it doesn’t matter that I’ve lost my love for it.

I wrote out of pure defiance,

I made myself the misfit.

It doesn’t matter that I’ve lost my love for it.

Colleges already want me.

I made myself the misfit.

It’s too late for what interests me.

Colleges already want me,

I was accepted into a STEAM camp

before high school.

It’s too late for what interests me,

I’m just a fool.

I was accepted into a STEAM camp before high school

And it was at a well known college.

I’m just a fool.

It’s time for it to be acknowledged.

It was a well known STEAM college

That was on my original path.

It’s time for me to acknowledge

I’m meant for math.

That was my original path,

Where age didn’t matter.

I’m meant for math

To climb up the ladder.

Where age didn’t matter

I wasn’t satisfied.

To climb up the ladder

I have to disguise.

I wasn’t satisfied

And shattered what I know.

I have to disguise,

Hiding in the shadow.

Shatter what I know,

What I want.

Hide in the shadow,

Weaving my own plot.

What I want

Is to write.

Weaving my own plot,

A future in sight.

To write

I must be older.

A future in sight

Is a future

bound to smolder.

I must be older

If I want to be taken seriously.

My future is bound to smolder

Because of my idiocy.

If I want to be taken seriously

I have to let life be a disaster.

My idiocy

And impatience

made it matter.

Why let life be a disaster?

Why must it be a cage?

Impatience made it matter.

Age.

Author's Note

I just want feedback and critiques if you could.

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Rochelle Delaine

I think it was a fun likeable piece of work. Even though it did not seem like that all of the time, but I can tell you put in a good amount of work for this poem. Yeah...it was fun, it wasn't the most interesting thing in the world, and I felt some parts were unnecessary ( I felt there could have been deeper thought). BUT REALLY... YOU MADE ME SMILE IN THE END