Teen Poem by Alexander Onoja

I've always admired my Big Sister,
and had wanted to be like her.
But when she turned thirteen,
things fell apart.
Her seed had blossomed into a flower.

She stopped playing in the sand,
she no more slept on mats,
a child I was, I couldn't understand,
but I miss our midnight chats.

The monthly agony began,
but mom says its a good thing.
She was taught to eat, dress and sit,
while I watched with bawling eyes.

Secretly, she received gifts from boys,
the earrings she wore was new.
At midnight, they made chattering noise,
loved and adored, her confidence grew.

Suddenly, she became sick,
nausea, fever, headache and vomiting.
After the tests, mom cried,
big sis cried too, but compelled by dad's cane.

With protruding stomach, she bore declining stature,
as my parents refused letting the sleeping dog be.
Dad blamed mom, mom blamed nature,
nature blamed big sis, big sis couldn't look at me.

The fictitious smiles were no more,
the gifts stopped flowing.
I searched for the boys that'd followed her trails,
but they too were gone.

What happened to her innocence?
What happened to the seed we planted?
Dont tell me about adolescence,
for remaining a seed would have been better than blossoming and being wanted.

So big sis quit school,
even as her tummy grew bigger.
But dear diary, do you know the bigger problem?
I will be thirteen in four days time.