Poetry

Growing Pains (II)

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Childhood

I can’t believe suicide could ever come cross my pathetic mind,
I’ve been thinking too much about my life ever since,
Not sure maybe I’m gonna make it or not,
All that brings happiness to my mind is my childhood;
When I steal from my mama’s purse and get beaten for it,
When mama thought me Our Lord’s Prayer
And I miss lines getting rounds of knock on my mid-head,
When I run the street around with my crime mates, making trouble—
Those are childhood memories…

Now I’m growing and I feel sorry for ever lying to mama or even stealing from her brown purse…
Dear life,
I never knew growing could ever be as painful,
I would have stayed a kid forever…

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