Qeeony Luv

(Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)

Annual Report

Shalonda 17 yrs young
I am the 11th grader,
The one who waits for her senior year,
I have just turned this number waiting for 18,
I am a young adult, who is mature for her age,
Just one more year to do for my life changes,
The last stop on the train of high school,
Who knows what lies await for me during my senior year?
Shalonda 18 yrs young

I am the 12th grader,
The one who waits for her college year,
I have just turned this number no longer waiting for an age,
I am an adult, who had instilled maturity inside,
This is my time to shine and I will do so,
There are no more stops on the train; I am at the last one,
Lord it's time for me to go,
Yes you heard me right just as my persona the curtains must fall.

Submitted: Tuesday, March 06, 2012

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