Becoming A Rebel ChildA Poem by Chesney W.Supposedly brought up 'good'. Learned right from wrong as I should.
But this s**t's getting old. And my hearts growing cold.
I hear a new voice saying, "Do it, do it". I listen and don't dare to throw a fit.
I'm starting to hang with a new crew. And my feelings are starting to brew.
I do different things than I'm used to. Throwing stuff away like it's tofu.
I'm slowly Becoming A Rebel Child. Living young, free, and wild. © 2012 Chesney W. |
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2 Reviews Added on November 19, 2012 Last Updated on November 19, 2012 AuthorChesney W.Grove Hill, ALAboutHello, I'm Chesney Wilkerson. I'm 22 and happily married to my best friend. Most of the writings here are stuff from high school, so ignore the immaturity of it all. I went through quite a lot while I.. more..Writing
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