I’m a paperback kid, my cover is worn.

I’m a paperback kid, my pages are torn.

I’m a paperback kid, my story being born.

I’m a paperback kid, my blood ink sworn.

I’m a paperback kid, my childhood mourns.

I’m a paperback kid, my summary warns.

I was the result of their dialogue, never getting to vote on my childhoods nouns, verbs or adjectives.

I’m a hardcover adult, my future stands strong!