Perhaps I’m just thirteen, but my mind’s much more mature;
my grown up thoughts and dreams sometimes make me insecure.
Treat me with respect – I’m not a baby, though I cry;
please don’t bin me as a child, disdainful from on high.
Nature is not fair ‘cause puberty comes way too fast;
body’s changing daily – childhood rendered to the past.
Yesterday was crayons, color books, toys and cartoons;
now from strange emotions I seek refuge in my room.
I have my own opinions – my own philosophy;
I’ve got a brain between these ears – not a vacuum – see?
Remember back when you were young – can you reminisce?
Not easy being just thirteen – weren’t you once like this?
You’d be more empathetic if you could find that place,
when hormones raged within you and pimples cursed your face -
parents were the enemy and privacy was gold.
Recall the woes you once knew when just thirteen years old?
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Wow, that is so sad.
It's so different to see an adult understand that, well remember it I think would be a better choice of words.
Keep up the good work.
Lyle,
Those days aren't too far behind me so Ican certainly relate. Parents are still my enemies and I cherish privacy with all I have. It's really tough to grow up nowadays, and it's nice to know that there are in fatc a few that acknowledge it. Great write!
I'm still living those days, but now I've thrown attitude in the mix it seems =/
And by the way, I totally disagree with Gregory's comment. It's not so much worrying about tehe "wrong things" as it is a learning process. And what seems trivial to you now, was a huge thing then...just as possibly what you call a problem now may seem trivial later. Lol, I talk too much.
Lyle: yes, it's hard to forget those days...when trivial things meant sleepless nights. At that age we worried about all the wrong things. Growing up meant going through a lot of changes. Nicely done.
Gregory
It would certainly benefit the adults who deal with adolescents to remember and consider the place the adolescent comes from. That kind of empathy is lacking in human interraction accross the board. I like the way you've appealed to the adult's own experience.
I very much enjoyed this, Lyle. And it's true. Going from being so young, when people still fawned over "how cute you are" to being the scorge of all adults, and going from having no influence over your life, to suddnly you make one mistake and your entire world is ruined. Wonderful poem, Lyle, and great point you make here.
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