I ruminate on the past a lot myself
Which is odd
Considering how little there is
To ruminate upon
The struggles of adolescence are
So far away
And yet
So near
Folks can’t always choose
What they care about
If something is your life for 4 years
When you turn 18
That’s 20% of your experience
Even more if you allow
For the first few years
Being blurry
At 40, I’d need to do something
For 8 years
To have the same impact
I was not poor
I was oh so very white
And yet I look back on the struggles
That consumed me
Body and soul
Most solely in my own mind
And I cannot help
But whisper
“What if…?”

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