Post by Save Your Karma on Jul 27, 2007 14:53:31 GMT -5
Deana Kalcich
English 213
Professor Marsden
December 4, 2006
Child of…
Me? I’m a child of mountains, highways, and late nights at shabby diners
Bonfires and pond swimming have ruled my social life
And I have drifted through the halls of my high school with ease.
My nights have been spent in darkly light auditoriums
Sweating behind promptbooks and lighting boards
Handing out bottles of water, hair bands, and safety pins.
My mornings have been characterized by dizziness and caffeine crashes
Sleep deprivation has ruled my life
Rising every Saturday morning at 4:30 to ride on a freezing bus
Just to listen to teenagers spout about politics and social injustices.
I am a motherless child, with seasonal friends everywhere I go
I live my life for me and those people who have never left
I am a child who does not want to grow up
I am a child who has grown up fast
I’m made of everything and everyone
What then can I really say?
I’m just me.
English 213
Professor Marsden
December 4, 2006
Child of…
Me? I’m a child of mountains, highways, and late nights at shabby diners
Bonfires and pond swimming have ruled my social life
And I have drifted through the halls of my high school with ease.
My nights have been spent in darkly light auditoriums
Sweating behind promptbooks and lighting boards
Handing out bottles of water, hair bands, and safety pins.
My mornings have been characterized by dizziness and caffeine crashes
Sleep deprivation has ruled my life
Rising every Saturday morning at 4:30 to ride on a freezing bus
Just to listen to teenagers spout about politics and social injustices.
I am a motherless child, with seasonal friends everywhere I go
I live my life for me and those people who have never left
I am a child who does not want to grow up
I am a child who has grown up fast
I’m made of everything and everyone
What then can I really say?
I’m just me.