Poem: REBELLION DREAM

At fourteen. I used to sneak out.

To go see Frankie. Frankie was homeless.

He was 17.

I would sneak snacks from the fridge.

To feed my boyfriend Frankie.

We would sleep in his car til 4am.

I’d get home before I got caught.

One time I got caught. I got the worst whooping ever.

And my dad took all my Christmas presents.

For two months straight, I was grounded.

I still snuck out. To see Frankie.
…………………………………………………………
My daughter is 14.

Her Dad is Frankie. We’re married.

We have a big house on the hillside.

I guess the punishment was worth it.

Author: poetryfest

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