Past, Present, And Future Poem by Raven Black and Blue

My mama gave birth to me
In a freaky room called C.
A day of labor for E to be free
Hence, this is the start of my story.

At age one i started to walk.
Started to scream, complain and talk.
Dragging my momma's huge slippers,
Walking outside our apartment with diapers.

I grew up to be four and met some boys.
All we do is to play with toys.
Afternoons were one real fun;
Playing, running, screaming under the sun.

My best bud is called Larry.
Our parents teases us to marry.
At that young age i thought he's my lover;
We were so innocent and pure altogether.

Then one day, i saw myself in a strange place,
Those boys i played with were now just a haze.
I am not used to sitting in a nice couch,
Nor wandering inside a big big house.

I was so scared of the new life we live.
Wishing all these wealth was fictive.
Went outside with lots of things to share,
boys and girls started to stare.

I began to introduce myself with a smile;
They all smiled back and made it worthwhile.
I gained more friends as days go by;
I did not care if they fly low or high.

Some friends faded away,
Some remained to stay;
Others became traitors and foes,
Who tried to punch me with painful blows.

I woke up one morning feeling older,
I realized I am not becoming any younger.
Lines form on my eyes, cheeks, forehead,
As if my childhood were kept under my bed.

Adolescence were full of trauma and lies,
I feel empty as I search for something wise.
Feeling lost with all the girls around me,
Strolling down in the bewilderment that I see.

Making lovers with a girl of my age,
I was impetuous at that time and stage.
Lying to my peeps with my disgust.
Maybe I am all for the lust.

But I never regret all those days.
I just call it one of the phase.
Wherein I'm testing the waters,
Like other sons and daughters.

I had my first love with what I thought is a man.
I gave up everything including my own plans.
But he shattered my soul with much disgrace,
I felt like being thrown out in space.

I told myself it is not end of everything.
Past is what makes my life growing.
As the present unfolds, my plans fulfilling,
The future waits for its time of revealing.

Now I look at my reflection on the glass,
I see through me, thinking this too shall pass.
Every burden I carry is food for my brain;
Every pain I suffer is fuel to my plane.