Being A Boy
A poem about becoming a teenager
I love to have my shirt off at the beach
I stick my chest out
My skin is smooth and tan
I run into the water
And feel a wave hit my body
I float feeling the cold water on my body
And I dive under
Swimming with the fish
The air is cold when I surface
And walk back to the sand
The girls all stare and giggle
My body wet and cold
What do they see in me?
I'm only thirteen years old!