Real Life Dress-upA Poem by Kimmee Jeani feel like i am seven...I am seven in a teenage world I am a child in a seventeen year olds body
Instead of playing dress-up I put on make-up
Instead of playing house I cook and clean and care
Instead of running away from boys I hug, kiss, and love them
Instead of crying over spilled milk, I cry over broken hearts, dreams, and aspirations.
My daddy's gone My mommy's never home My baby doll becomes real
My friends are growing up My life is getting harder My tears are never drying
I wish I wasn't seven in a seventeen world I wish i was seven in a seven world
Completely ignorant, Completely happy © 2008 Kimmee Jean |
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2 Reviews Added on February 7, 2008 AuthorKimmee JeanOverland, MOAbout**** Formerally known as Risa Jean**** Been here since 2007 and randomly update. I am currently working on two short stories and will probably be putting up more poetry. Alot of my poetry is inspir.. more..Writing
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