Thirteen

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Thirteen,

Is exactly right.

Stuck,

between a 1 and a 3.

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Two young to be trusted.

Two little to be heard.

Two frustrated to succeed.

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yet…

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Two old to be innocent,

Two mature to believe,

Two experienced to wonder.

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But if I try

To block out the misleading whispers

Of so called “FRIENDS”

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Try to be free

To fly solo

To

Let. Go…

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To be wise yet curious

“cool” yet smart

strong yet open.

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If I try…

Maybe my

Age

won’t be

so

VITAL

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Maybe my

Thoughts

won’t be

so

WRONG

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Maybe my

Words

CAN be

as

POWERFUL.

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I am Young.

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My eyes might twinkle

As I lie on the grass – making friends with the clouds.

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My smile may glitter

As rainbows arch in the sky.

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My face may burst into a contagious giggle

As water tickles my freshly painted toes.

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I am Old.

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My blood might pound fast through my veins

As deafening sirens wail in the distance.

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My head may sink low in shame

As “friends” get lost in a world of drugs, alcohol, and abuse.

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My heart might swell

As children’s hands interlock – they play together with no boundaries in sight.

Girl with boy, black with white.

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Thirteen is exactly right.

Stuck.

Between a 1 and a 3…

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Two complicated to express in words.