Poetry :3

Other Boys

The other boys at my school are wild.

If I acted more like them would I pass better?

But that's not right,

They’re being stupid.

But that's something a girl would say,

I'm not a girl.

I was raised as a girl,

But I am a boy.

I am a boy just like other boys,

I'm just different.

I wasn’t born a boy like them,

But I am a boy.

-------------------

The Oldest

I'm the oldest,

I didn’t choose to be the 3rd parent,

But I am.

I didn’t choose to have to tell my parents to

“Stop fighting”.

I shouldn’t have to tell them to stop.

I'm a kid,

I'm not even in my teens.

I shouldn’t have to tell grown adults to stop fighting.

They’re supposed to take care of me,

Not the other way around.

I shouldn’t have to see my mom sleeping on the couch.

I shouldn’t be the 3rd parent for a 3 year old.

It’s not my job.

Im supposed to just be grateful,

But when im taking care of a child that is not mine,

A child that i shouldn’t have to take care of,

How can I be grateful?