FOURTEEN!

FOURTEEN!

A Poem by dicey jones
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when I was fourteen

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FOURTEEN!

 

When I was fourteen

Still learning what it means

To be a teen

I decided to woo a lady

 

 

It was so severe

She said I couldn’t speak

That my passion was weak

For the first time

My future looked bleak

 

 

I decided to use a different technique

I wrote on a paper with such mystique

That the next day she said

“U’re blessed and unique”

 

 

Now that I am at my peak

All the ladies are dying

To have a sneak

Into my next leak

 

 

I’m feeling like havoc

It will be a wreak

When I stop writing

I must get back to speaking

 

 

Guess I must never stop

Writing then

I take only a break

Because I have to go

Find a drink to brew

And lots of popcorn to chew

© 2013 dicey jones


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Added on July 19, 2013
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dicey jones
dicey jones

Aboki, Nigeria



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