Gabriella Grace

Hanging Fire - Poem by Gabriella Grace

I am fourteen
and my skin has betrayed me
the boy I cannot live without
still sucks his thumb
in secret
how come my knees
always tremble
what if I die
before the morning comes
and momma's in the bedroom
with the door closed.

I have to learn to dance
in time for the next party
my room is too small for me
suppose I die before graduation
they will sing sad melodies
but finally
tell the truth about me
There is nothing I want to do
and too much
that has to be done
and momma's in the bedroom
with the door closed.

Nobody even stops to think
about my side of it
I should have been on Math Team
my marks were better than his
why do I have to be
the one
wearing braces
I have nothing to wear tomorrow
will I live long enough
to grow up
and momma's in the bedroom
with the door closed.

Comments about Hanging Fire by Gabriella Grace

  • Romeo Della Valle (4/4/2012 6:31:00 PM)

    This is a typical dilemma among young people in the process of growing up! This fact in your case is beautifully described in this well penned and poignant write! 10+++ WELCOME to the Poetry World! Gabriella! Your poetic talent is so obvious and you should keep it up in order to enhance your writing skills! Thank you for sharing! It is a great pleasure to read and enjoy writes like yours! God Bless You! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 11, 2012

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