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Sour Sixteen.

 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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Publication:NATE Classroom
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Date:Mar 22, 2008
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