12

• Divine Antonio - White , Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2019

O' twelve the number of months
O' twelves the number of Christmas days
O' twelve the number of hours
O' twelve the number of years I've stayed
All packed and stuffed and choked by a tie
To locked in the bathroom trying not to cry
those swirls of friends and cliques and crowds
And screams and laughs and cries so loud
Those stumbling blocks of A, B, C
And the confundling depths of geometry
I'm scared and excited and don't want to leave
But the world is waiting and there's so much to see