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The Struggles of Pre-teendom (Part I)

At eleven I act five

I wish my breast were alive

I think I deserve to be seventeen

Give me independence

Don’t be so mean

When I am there

I can declare I am free to be me

When I am there

He is not here

And I can worry only about me

My parents are dorks

One brother is a jerk

The other a pain

My sister is adorable

But only when we are playing

I hear them say I am smart

Which means I am special

So I mouth off alot

It is what adults do

And I have to be as responsible as you

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