My very first poem I wrote at the age of 12. I was camping with my family and wrecked my younger brother’s dirt bike and cried. So, here’s the true story…

Today just wasn’t my day

For I made a disaster all the way

I feel as though I’ve lost my pride

I fell off my little brother’s dirt bike and I cried

So here’s the story and the story goes

I shifted into fast gear and my body froze

For when I did this

The tree and ground gave my whole right side a big kiss

I just lied there feeling all numb

My parents came to my rescue, I felt so dumb

My brother said I should’ve been looking out

I told him I was, I said it with a shout

So at this very hour

I feel I have any power

The right side of my forehead is sore

I feel as though I’ve just fought in a war

My right hip has a cut that is deep

I know tonight, I’m not going to be able to sleep

Now I just got bitten by a mosquito

I don’t want to go into another story

So I’ll just go!

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