Here's Your Wild Child Poem by Jeronica Alston

I don't live in the hood
I don't hang with thugs
My momma aint no drunk
and neva been sprung out on drugs

I ain't neva been shot
or got mugged at the store
I ain't had my stuff stole
by some crook that was poor

I don't have a tattoo
And no body rings
Don't smoke weed
And there are still lots of places nobody has seen

I do my school work
And come home when I should
But honestly there were a lot of times
Possibilities should have happened and could

I admit I have been out late with the crew
Doing only what we like to do
No boys and no sex was one of our main rules

I have said some things
That I should have said
And when I think about it
It don't make me mad

I have a lot of thoughts
About the boy up the road
But nothing happened
As you were told

Even after all that,

You still treat me like I'm 10 or 11
Don't know why but I'm still guessing
But why do you treat me like I am such a bad child
I mean it not like I'm all out there and wild


{written for my English class}