Just Nine

By: Qyana Etienne, 8th Grade

​Sugar rushes,
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.
 
I cry,
Blood dripping from my knee,
Tears rushing from my eyes.

I’ll get over it, we’ll have fun,
Everything will be just fine,
Not aware,
Such a short mind,
After all,
​I am just 9.

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