As I was walking down the street from my home,
I noticed that my life had changed.
I noticed that my childhood was gone.
I noticed that I had responsibilities now—
that I have to take care of my mom.
I noticed that I have a job,
one I never wanted when I was a kid,
working at a store that sells clothes.
I noticed that I have payments—
car, phone, rent.
I noticed that I grew up so fast,
that I didn’t have time to cherish my childhood
because I went to a foster home and I had to look out for myself.
Reality hit me hard when I was young,
never knowing where life would take me.
I was just going along for the ride.
I’m 17 years old now.
I’m here, still alive, breathing.
And my life is pretty good
for what I’ve accomplished so far.

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