It’s my birthday:
I wake up early
Because of nerves
Or maybe
It’s just random.
It’s my birthday:
I unwrap two presents
A process
That is less hurried
Every year.
It’s my birthday:
I have a cold
Because birthdays
Are just another day
Not a
No-sickness
Guarantee.
It’s my birthday:
I wear the same clothes
I usually would,
Unlike
Everyone
Who wears dresses
To school
On their birthday.
It’s my birthday:
If we are a day older
Every day,
Why is
One day
special?
There are days when I fall asleep wondering about the line between stupid and brave.
Brave
Is a hero rushing into battle
Ready to fight
For their passion
Stupid
Is a hero rushing into battle
The trees talk,
you know?
They talk and if you listened
you would know,
they whisper
like kindergarteners
who can't stand straight in lines
but they can jump straight
Young Writers Project has helped me discover myself and learn more about what it means to be a person.
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