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{October 25, 2011}   Poetry Pick For The WEEK !

                  EIGHTEEN

 

Eighteen, what does that really mean.

Now that I am eighteen,

I can make my own rules.

Able to date now,

Make my own money.

Pay my own bills.

Come and go when I please.

Grown is what I am now.

Able to vote & say know.

My mom always rebutted with the comment.

Girl, coming of age means.

Many things, and now you are about to find out.

Remember my final words: It takes.

 A person a long time to know where, she came from and where she is going.

Age is just a number.

You are defined by your actions and your morals.

 

By Philly Author Bernadine Feagins

 

Ps. This poem is in the book SISTER LET ME TELL’ YA!

 

Book Link:

 http://www.amazon.com/Sister-Let-Me-Tell-Ya/dp/1434902234/ref=sr_1_6?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1319558030&sr=1-6



et cetera
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