Life till 18-Three

three gave me speech and strength to my feeble legs,

I had the energy to play from dusk to dawn,

I could bask in the sun like a lizard,

At three I was getting conscious to some realities.

Now my cry would annoy my momma

when at a time she didn't mind,

Dad was already experimenting disciplinary methods on me,

I was beginning to learn morals.

Society felt a child's intellect starts at 3

so I was bundled and sent to Kindergarten,

Decieved with Snacks,

I sold my freedom for education.