If I was my boyfriend

I would never laugh when I stumble over my own feet.
I would let me choose how and when I sit on his lap.
I would play with my hair, even when I asked him not to.

I would not smoke with my friends.
I would not smoke at all.
I wouldn't talk about that girl he saw down the road with his mates
the other day when I am present.
I wouldn't talk about her even if I weren't present.

If I was my boyfriend,
I would hold my hand when that girl that fancies him
and hates me walks past.
I would hug me if I were sad.
I'd hit that boy that kicked me with the football.

I would let me wear his jacket when I was cold,
the one that smells of him.
I would have grown up conversations with me
not play football with his mates.

I would feed me chocolate strawberries on demand.
Cold. Obviously.
I would tell me how gorgeous I look,
even in my school uniform.

Robyn Warwick (aged 12)