18th Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

18th

I recall my eighteen,
In shock, kept crying:
'What if I, tomorrow,
Do something illegal? '

When ended seventeen,
I entered my eighteenth,
Nightmare, not a dream!

I sat with head on knees,
Afraid, sad, anxiously,
Had to answer questions!

But later, in the York,
Friend and classmate,
Said a lot about her,
Seventeen to eighteen,
I listened thoughtfully.

'Now, free and an adult,
Joined my boy in a bar,
We had shot after shots,
Drank till got drunk…'

'Spent time in the bed,
Rolled over and played,
Till no more was virgin! '

Happy was at the start,
Soon after pain arrived:
'Faulted me, my parents,
Barred me, no freedom,
Curfewed, not reasons,
So, I aimed for revenge,
Sold me and in that way,
Very cheap and never,
Could become a woman.'

I always keep thinking:
'Seventeen to eighteen,
Can a night be a magic? '