I don't need a college ed.
no time to be employed
cause all I want to do
is hit the vape with my boys
go everywhere by hoverboard
live life to the extreme
won't tell you what I'm wearing
but you know that it's Supreme
part-time job at Wal-Mart
put the 'cash' in cashier
prolly gonna quit soon
for my Soundcloud rap career
my scooter tricks are tasty
my memes are fuckin dank
so no, I'm not worried that
I have $3 in my bank
I love to smash bitches
then drop them like old trends
that must be the reason
that they leave me for my friends
(haha not that I care
or anything I'm just saying)
OK, so what if one time
my boys found me crying in my sleep?
I had something in my eye, bro
it's not that fucking deep
emotional vulnerability
is my greatest fear
good thing I have these clout goggles
to hide away my tears
About the Creator
bug kid
I'm 19 and I don't know what I'm doing
Two Pink Lines
I had never really felt like a child. I'd always had to raise myself. My mother was just a teenager when she'd had me and consequently, we had spent my whole childhood arguing and fighting like a couple of sisters as opposed to mother and daughter. My father was older than my mother but still had some maturing to do himself. He focused his entire life on me, his little girl but never realized the pressure that put on me. I always felt I had to raise him even as he was trying to raise me. We raised each other. Then, I met him. He cares, he shows me a love like I've never known. For once, it's about me and I don't have to focus on other people's needs and what someone needs from me. Someone always wants something from you. That is what my parents have taught me. Love is selfish but it isn't with him. He is perfect, beautiful, funny, and can take me to places I've only dreamed about. Places outside my mind and my own pathetic life and I know that I will always love him. When we first met, I wanted him to have my children, but now? Right now, with us both still in high school? This is all happening so soon. I slipped into the restroom at work. It had been 6 weeks since my last menstrual and this was not normal. I couldn't wait any longer. I put the top on the test and waited. These 60 seconds felt like forever. What would we do? We were both seniors so we didn't have long to go before school was over but this was not the plan. The plan was for him to join the Army and me the National Guard and for me to get my associate's degree and then we marry, then have kids.
By Lindsey Altom4 days ago in Fiction
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