With joy, I celebrated my 18th birthday,
18 whole years behind me, now lay.
I felt I had achieved a big feat,
As if I conquered all these years….pretty neat!!!
Even so, I felt proud,
Now that I was in the “adult” crowd.
I would be privileged to show-off and flex,
The black bright spot on my index.
But at the same time,
Things are always as sweet as sugar on lime.
Now, I had, on my shoulders an immense responsibility,
To be an ideal citizen, to pull it up to the point of liability.
The black spot which would be on my finger,
Now made my mind linger.
As to what I am to do when I go out to vote?
Which of the devils should I choose…the one who takes a lesser worth note??
Then, flash comes another thought,
Is an ideal citizen to criticize things..the way I got??
Am I not supposed to take things in a positive way,
Instead of frowning from far away??
As an adult, I have huge responsibilities,
The life ahead full of difficulties.
If I will succumb or succeed..
Time will tell..indeed
Will I be able to come up to my own expectations?
Or will I have, as a grown up, my own limitations?
Are these kind of poems the work of a hypocrite?
Or just a creative side of a woman of intellect and grit?
