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.