I’ll make a short announcement:
I can’t be independent.
So how on earth can I mature,
If self-reliance isn’t in my nature?
I’m in the stage of pre-teens,
I’m no longer a child, but not yet a teen.
I’m no longer the child I used to be,
A lot of changes happen, let’s wait and see.
My classmates and I already have pimples,
I’m lucky I don’t have inflamed red pimples.
All of us are having our growth spurts
We can easily outgrow most of our t-shirts.
My favorites are not the same as before
Then, I like tinola, but now I like Knorr.
(Yes, they’re crazy, but they rhyme anyway
Finding words that rhyme is as hard as hardened clay)