17 years and arithmatic.
adding ten and seven.
On my seventh birthday
of january seventh
I'd lost my seventh tooth.
At ten I found a goal
that one day
I knew I'd set true.
17 years
adding two and fifteen
year two, I grew hair
on my head
for the first time in life.
at fifteen I knew death
and some lack of compassion
in a woman's eyes.
17 years
adding five and twelve
A five year old
with a brand new pet to love
and cherish as a best friend.
Twelve, I learned more than I should
in two separate cars
one I was in, one I was not.
For but 17 years
a girl can bite off more than she can chew
All she needs to learn
is how to stomach
the happiness that can come with loss,
direction and ambition,
creation of something from nothing,
deception,
compassion,
and overall,
change.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This seems very well-thought out by an intelligent girl!