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JUST A TEEN
I’m not a grown-up nor a child;
I’m something in between.
Though I may act like both of them,
I’m neither—I’m a teen.
When I am in my room at home,
I play my music loud.
I like to go to great concerts
And be part of the crowd.
I love to talk on my cell phone
Or do text messaging.
I love to play computer games,
To win at everything.
I often go out on a date.
At home I watch TV.
To stay up late and sleep till noon’s
The perfect life for me.
My father’s had some talks with me
About how hormones rage.
He says that they’re most difficult
For people at my age.
At school I like my classes
But hate to do homework.
I hope the other kids don’t think
That I act like a jerk.
At times, I don’t know how to act;
I’m not mature as yet.
I should not tell you this, but I
Need bound’ries to be set.
One day I’m quite emotional;
I’m sad when nothing’s wrong,
The next, I laugh and carry on
And sing a silly song.
I don’t mean half the things I say.
Thoughts fly off from the wall.
Some words that fall out of my mouth
Surprise me most of all.
I hate to have to clean my room;
I think that’s sissy work.
I never met a household chore
I didn’t want to shirk.
I like to talk in teen lingo;
It makes my parents mad.
So what is wrong with “You da bomb,”
“Oh Man!” or “Lookin’ bad"?
My friends are so important that
I want to please them all.
I love to go hang out with them.
Just chillin’ is a ball!
I love to own clothes that are “in,”
To wear my shirt tail out.
I like the way my flip flops feel
When I walk all about.
Sometimes I like to be alone,
Away from everyone.
My parents do not understand,
But I love them a ton.
I have a heart for those in need.
I’m very generous;
So Mother does not understand
When Sister and I fuss.
I’d love to have a brand new car
So I could tool around.
How awesome would that be for me--
Just flying on the ground!
I worry plenty about stuff.
That may seem strange to say
Since I don’t have to go to work
Or have the bills to pay.
About my future I’m concerned,
For when I graduate.
I hope that I’ll succeed at work
And find my perfect mate.
I know that God has plans for me
I want to fill my place,
To live my life so when I die,
I’ll look in Jesus’ face.
Treat me with patience and with love
Because you’ll never know
How much you’ve blessed me with your life
Or caused my faith to grow.
And one last word to those who might
Be critical or mean:
I’m very special in God’s sight
Although I’m just a teen.
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