By: Qyana Etienne, 8th Grade
Heart eyed, crazy crushes,
Bright yellow buses,
6:00 am alarms,
Always making fusses.
Huge mind and enormous imagination,
Anywhere my mind takes me is my new destination,
Too excited wind blown in my hair,
Don’t worry I love fun I’ll already be there.
I’m in the fast lane,
The rhythm in my head pumping blood to my veins,
I was just nine, what is there to control?
I'd rather stay young than to die old.
Living my life in this great world,
Just a cute little curly headed girl,
Running faster than the wind,
Trip, crashing to the floor,
I couldn’t stand the pain, didn’t want to see the gore.
Blood dripping from my knee,
Tears rushing from my eyes.
I’ll get over it, we’ll have fun,
Everything will be just fine,
Such a short mind,
I am just 9.