I’m newly born and just discovering this world around me. I’m feeling my first coldness, my first pain, and my first fear.
I am two years old and learning base emotions. I cling to my mother yet explore my newly acquired locomotion of legs. I find out more things hurt. I have yet to discover caution. I love my toys.
I am ten years old and know fully of possessions and property. I am learning to share more and finding out it’s not so bad. I don’t cling so much and am more defiant the more words I learn. My friends are real and I discover more fun in groups. School is fun and my teacher is old.
I am sixteen and puberty was not nice to me. I am learning to be against society yet having no reason to be, other than it’s different. I am defiant as far as I can get away with yet don’t feel a need to hurt others. Sometimes I want to hit someone though. I have a crush on someone and I’m scared to tell. I wish I were better looking. School can get on my nerves and I’m often emotional for little actual reason. Cliques are all over the place and I act like I don’t care though I wish I were in one. I have fantasies of a singer and don’t want to think of my future. I have a part time job that I love and hate.
I am twenty-one and I learned that my infatuations during high school were petty and not really love. I am planning my future and have a new respect for what my parents have gone through. I still can’t tell them that yet though I think they know. I’m in love and it feels amazing. I’ve had a broken heart three times but this time it’s real. College is dragging on but I can’t wait for the weekends. My parents have been so good to me. But you’ll never hear me admit it.
I am thirty and my daughter is looking so cute in her new dress. She is two and is learning base emotions. She clings to her mother yet explores her newly acquired locomotion of legs. She is finding out more things hurt and has yet to discover caution. She loves her toys. Her grandparents are almost prouder than we are and they love her so much. She brings such joy to all of us.
I was never born. I was aborted in the second trimester because I was inconvenient to my parents. I wonder if they’ll know what they lost. I never knew someone could take so much.
But of course, I’m probably being an idiot.
The Bard
