Sweet sixteen I've never been. I banged my bedroom door. I snarled at my mother. I loathed her. I hated to be seen with her. I hated my acne. I despised my own company. I was bitter. Acid. I was tart. Livid. Sweet sixteen I've never been. I made sarcastic remarks. I said, 'Get a life!' I said, 'In your dreams!' Nothing is what it seems. Hairs grew under my arms. My mother moaned, 'It's your hormones!' I groaned, 'Hormones? You moron.' Sweet sixteen I've never been. My mother told me My mates were unsavoury, My tongue acerbic. My mother screamed, frantic, 'You've turned sour! Where's my lovely daughter?' I said, 'Grown up. What's up? Where've you been?' Sweet sixteen I've never been.
Copyright [C] Jackie Kay 2007 From Red, Cherry Red, Bloomsbury, 2007
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