I will soon be eighteen, but I had always just been a child
When I was standing on my living room couch
Tears blocking the sight of my grandparents
Worries etched into their wrinkles and dark eyes
When the TV played its usual 7:30 cartoon
When snot mixed with spit and trickled down my chin
When I realized I was so young, and they so old
“I don’t want you two to die”
I was six but I was no longer a child.
When I was sitting on that airplane
Legs cramping and my arms fast asleep
Murmurs of other passengers and cries of a baby
When my mother said we would be landing soon
When promises of America finally became a reality
When I remember my grandma’s tears at the airport
“I don’t want to leave, please let me stay.”
I was eight but I was no longer a child.
When I was lying alone on my bed
Eyelids fluttering shut against the lamp’s dim glow
Thoughts sinking down into the gentle pull of sleep
When the dark trembled and my eyes flew wide open
When the fear visited again, as persistent as ever
When I held my breath and my vision slowly cleared
“I’m not afraid of you anymore.”
I was ten but I was no longer a child
When I was crouching beneath my windowsill
Sounds of firecrackers unstopped by the hands against my ears
Shrieks of a woman slicing through the noise
When my mother cursed and told me to stay down
When police sirens lit up the dark ghetto
When I realized there were no holidays today
“Ma, those weren’t firecrackers.”
I was twelve but I was no longer a child.
When I was reclining against a cushioned chair
Coffee cups clinking and laptop keys clacking
Waiters busying about and customers streaming in
When my friends suddenly leaned closer together
When heated gossip and blatant insults masked jealousy
When I suddenly felt tired and just wanted to go home
“Yeah, haha, I also think she’s ugly.”
I was thirteen but I was no longer a child
When I was burrowed deep within my blankets
Eyes squeezing shut and breaths heaving loudly
Pots banging downstairs and customers worriedly shouting
When my mother threatened to kill my uncle
When he ran upstairs with a tear in his white shirt
When I watched him pack up his bags to leave
“It’s okay uncle, I understand.”
I was fourteen but I was no longer a child.
When I was rooted to the ground in fear
Words spat venomously out of a crazed woman’s mouth
Hands hovering around ever so close to hitting my face
When the slap did land, and when one wasn’t enough
When she said my father was right in leaving me
When I was neither sad nor angry, only so afraid
“Ma, people are trying to sleep here.”
I was fifteen but I was no longer a child.
When I was leaning against my bedroom door
Remnants of college talk ringing in my ears
Customers bickering loudly with my mother downstairs
When I couldn’t escape the future at school
When I couldn’t escape the reality at home
When I couldn’t escape the past in my head.
“I want to go back, I just want to go back.”
I was sixteen and I desperately wanted to be a child.
When I was running through the muddy grass
Droplets of a light drizzle falling upon our hair
Laughter interrupted by our panting breaths
When the speaker started playing Ed Sheeran
When our last high school trip was at some campsite
When we realized that we didn’t really mind
“Guys! Don’t forget about the group photo.”
I will soon be eighteen, but I had always just been a child.