Not Your Normal Senior Year - Poem by Kay Young
Waking up for the first day
Of my senior year
Nerves on the edge of a mountainous precipice
Looking over feeling ready to fly.
Glance into the mirror
Checking that the swag is in place
To put the charm in the air
That drops the ladies pantelones
To the ground level.
Excitement does nothing to even explicate the emotions
That I hold on the onset of this last beginning
But this is not your normal senior year.
Day before the one that came before today
I found out that my mother has fallen into the crosshairs of that
dreaded Fiend, The big C.
Dealing is not my fortre
A time that's supposed to find me placing the cherry on top of
My metaphorical ice cream Sunday
Has instead left me with a huge hole running straight through
The center of my being, my core,
My corazone so to speak.
The woman who I believed to be invincible
Is now revealed as merely mortal.
But she would not let me weep.
Instead, She brought me from my knees,
And forbid me to stop my elaborate dream
Of one day ruling the world.
And as she fights, every day, I will also.
To overcome this beast known as a senior year.
To become king of the world
To be a son worthy of standing beside my mother, my my friend, my superhero.
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