Adulthood Poems
The Struggle
by Samson Oloto
They told us to grow
Told us to be men
Responsibilities abound
All you have to meet
We wake up at dawn
Eyes heavy from a lack of sleep
We enter the streets
With millions of people like us
All in a race, and a constant struggle
To meet up with expectations
......
73. Homecoming
by Kea Campbell
I'm back at my childhood's residence,
Except I was forced to be a child of adult-like essence.
I'm back in my chambers full of material blessings,
Except it was a trade off for lack of my handlers' emotionally mature presence.
Home has always been a location, not a feeling,
Because in this house, I must stay quiet to omit the mental beatings.
Home will always be known to mistreat me,
Because unless I am perfect, I'm subject to apathetic briefings.
......
87. My mind raced because of heart palpitations
by Kea Campbell
I’m dancing with death nearly every other day, yet in love with the way tomorrow tells me everything is going to be okay.
I cherish my brokenness that is still me to this day, and will continue to be thankful for those who gave me a reason to stay.
I miss the old me, but not in a regressive way.
It's like slowing down when I pass the house I used to live in.
Except old trees have been replaced with new, and there's a welcome sign on the front porch, and even one hanging on the back door, too.
I remember my bedroom and the fits and funs it held.
Laughter that echoed through the hallway and silent meltdowns in my closet.
One wouldn't know from the street view, but the walls are freshly painted with a new tone of the sky’s Blissful Blue.
......
I thought twins could never be apart
by Marra Makinen
18 years of
“Look after each other,”
Making sure the other was alright
After a small fight or major disappointment
18 years we’ve been together,
Literally since the womb,
Teaching each other and
Knowing everything about one another’s lives
......
87. My mind raced because of heart palpitations
by Kea Campbell
I’m dancing with death nearly every other day, yet in love with the way tomorrow tells me everything is going to be okay.
I cherish my brokenness that is still me to this day, and will continue to be thankful for those who gave me a reason to stay.
I miss the old me, but not in a regressive way.
It's like slowing down when I pass the house I used to live in.
Except old trees have been replaced with new, and there's a welcome sign on the front porch, and even one hanging on the back door, too.
I remember my bedroom and the fits and funs it held.
Laughter that echoed through the hallway and silent meltdowns in my closet.
One wouldn't know from the street view, but the walls are freshly painted with a new tone of the sky’s Blissful Blue.
......
73. Homecoming
by Kea Campbell
I'm back at my childhood's residence,
Except I was forced to be a child of adult-like essence.
I'm back in my chambers full of material blessings,
Except it was a trade off for lack of my handlers' emotionally mature presence.
Home has always been a location, not a feeling,
Because in this house, I must stay quiet to omit the mental beatings.
Home will always be known to mistreat me,
Because unless I am perfect, I'm subject to apathetic briefings.
......
I thought twins could never be apart
by Marra Makinen
18 years of
“Look after each other,”
Making sure the other was alright
After a small fight or major disappointment
18 years we’ve been together,
Literally since the womb,
Teaching each other and
Knowing everything about one another’s lives
......
The Struggle
by Samson Oloto
They told us to grow
Told us to be men
Responsibilities abound
All you have to meet
We wake up at dawn
Eyes heavy from a lack of sleep
We enter the streets
With millions of people like us
All in a race, and a constant struggle
To meet up with expectations
......
