A direct correlation between age and maturity
Yet when I speak, I don't sound like the majority
They tell me I have no idea
what I'm talking about
But they got grey hairs and still shout;
"Wait till you get into the real world!"
Oh? Am I not living a reality?
Do I not cry on your shoulder
And practice morality?
Do I not see my parents struggle to get that dollar?
And do I not question the authority?I'm only 15.
Yet I feel older.
Informed and awoken,
I couldn't be bolder.
I use my voice and
speak on issues that matter to me.
You speak on things that matter to you,
but don't matter to me.
No, I don't pay bills, or care for four children.
No, I don't work a 9-5 or get drunk off just a 'lil bit .
But I can see the world before my eyes,
I can think for myself and reason and decide.Yes, I don't know everything.
Yes, I want to know everything
But that's the beauty of it all,
I got more years than you to see the beauty of it all.
I'm seeing a world transform before me,
your seeing an age disappear.
I am the future, you are the past.
And my path is so clear.You gotta be so condescending!
I'm just trying to reach success.
You hold me back, you make me take a test.
And what does this prove?
Who can sit for 3 hours,
in the same seat,
at the same desk,
in the same room,
just to take a test!You don't you teach me what really matters,
why don't you teach us about 'life' matters?
How will I know my civil rights,
so I don't get shot up at night.
How about my taxes,
so I don't end up drowning in debt.
What about mortgages on a house,
you pay for the rest of your life.
Or that Mercedes-Benz you own, but don't really own.
But no, now I know the Pythagorean theorem.
Isn't that great, that will definitely tell me how to pay off my student loans!So, tell me, why I know these things,
If I'm only 15.
Young, dumb, and immature,
and apparently not living in the real world.***************************
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Chronicles of a Nigerian American
PoesiaA lil poetry for your soul, to empower, uplift and inform. It entails what it's like to be a black girl in America. The poems are not in any particular order, skip around as your heart may desire. ****Picture in cover is not my art