pieces of me: poems

piece thirty-nine

So what, if I'm eighteen?

If I have reached the peak of the mountain

and have finally arrived

at the plot point where

"everything begins"?

So what, if I'm "old enough"?

I hate walking the streets alone at night;

I can barely tie my shoes right.

I don't want to spend my life constantly being a role model,

and I'd rather play Mario Kart than drive.

So what, if I've hit maturity?

Am I not allowed to stay up late,

Sing stupid songs with friends,

tell jokes that make no sense,

and play games that were meant for kids?

So what, if I've grown up?

I still have the same smile;

I still wear headbands and chokers.

I still love Disney movie marathons,

and I still question if monsters are hiding under my bed.

So what, if I'm an adult?

That doesn't mean I'm not still a child.

2.6.2024