seventeen and old for my age
backyard party with classmates
thinking i fit in with the adults
the stupid teenage things i said
everyone thinking just wait kid
the shy smiles and me singing
drunk on youth without shame
Scattershot poetry, prose, art, and assorted creative ammunition. A celebration of desire, language, and the revel of life through craft and frequent writing practice.
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