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Rebel: Notes of an Online Journal

“Rebel”

I survived my
childhood
back then,
having the rep
of a badass.

But I wasn’t one,
I kept still.
I wanted to play
chess,
draw and paint.

All thru’ my
teenage rebel years
my grade scores
tanked,
I didn’t care
and didn’t wash.

I had become
a biker chick
which didn’t count,
‘cause I wasn’t
into sex yet,
and it was only
a scooter.

Came
junior college,
that was “IT”—
I grew
my hair long,
took art class.

The first time
the group
drew a
male nude model,
it was electric.

I stared right at
his ‘thing’
as I smudged
the pastels,
but it was okay
I was cool,
I hated boys.




NaPoGloPoWriMo 2019
     
Written by Heaven_sent_Kathy
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