vs.1 Five years old, got nowhere to go but home.
At age nine, boys still had cooties and nothin' much was goin' on.
Now 13, there's lots of drama with guys and life.
I hope that someday it will turn out right.
It used to be that I'd have to worry no more.
Sometimes I wish it could go back to the way it was before.
I thank God I have the best freakin' people around me in the world.
Don't know what I'd do without them; my boys and my girls.
vs.2 Sixteen, had my sweet party, and it's the middle of high school.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem