TEENAGER SHE IS
It all started with a worried look
My grandma whispered “Teenager she
is”
Neither time, nor further discussion
it took
For them on my behalf to decide;
“In this box you should live.” They
said.
They took my bike, and gave me a
veil instead.
The question was hanging in the air.
“Is it wrong to be a teenager, or is
it fair
To think for herself or decide,
Or in the sea of emotions by herself
sail
The conspiracy continued.
With a rebellious voice I ask:
“Mom, what did you do with my fairy
tales?”
“Dad threw them and angrily he said:
“Don’t polish you nails!”
“Why can’t I go to the roof???”
“Nice girls stay at home to proof
That decent they are
And they are careful
Not to be compulsive when they move
With a sigh I say:
“Oh, mom, did you hear that song?”
“No,
my baby! Romantic songs are so wrong! “
“Dad my Math class is so hard! “
Don’t bother, sweetie. Tomorrow, in
the yard
Is your wedding, so don’t be sad.”
“But I am only fifteen!!!!”
“Your mom was thirteen. “
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