My Life

one years old I was known to walk
at the age of two I started to talk
three of age I started school
I was four when I pushed and pulled
when I turned five daddy left us behind
six, seven, and eight I was bullied and self-defined
nine years old I got bold and fought
when I reached ten I was blamed and mocked
I hated it so much, I regained my spot
til the age of eleven, I arrived to a stop
at the age of twelve I got back on top
my grades were good, my mom was shocked
thirteen years old, I was better in what I did
last year of course, before that tragic accident
now I'm fourteen, some memory is lost
but I won't worry, I'm still paying the cost

by Ti'ara D. Perry

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