I'M AFRAID OF GROWING UP.
Devil's drumming,
His tune moves legs
But my waist move not
To his deadly tune,
Yet he forced me to danced naked
To tune of shame and reproaches.
I'm afraid of growing up,
leaders are leading us to
Death road, on a setaceous path,
The preaching is from nursery section,
Our pedagog and parents said
"Ye are leaders of tomorrow"
Shall I grow to lead others to grave's belly?
I'm afraid of growing up,
My parents live in penurious house,
Where we shared a baby loaf among six,
And accompany unsettled water to belly,
Will I grow to starved my seeds?
Or give them stones to feed and
served epidemic water?
Will I be responsible when I have seeds?
Will I cater for their daily needs?
Who shall I call upon when their bills
Is as long as the tiny rain?
Will I promise them based on the promises made by my country's leaders?
I'm afraid of growing up.
Time will surely fly to reveal gray hair,
My beauty will frail like withered leaf,
Beautiful smiles that attracted humans will
be left toothless.
Words that I have penned, will they stand against my gray hair?
Will grave welcome me with unfathomable philia?
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