7 Years OldA Poem by Oliver LeeDo you remember what being 7 years old was like?Do you remember what being 7 years old felt like? It feels like a light within waiting to be turned on, and shine It feels like snug Velcro shoes It feels like May air, fresh and naive It feels like a hand pressed against your own, twice it's size, gripping tightly as to make sure you stay close by It's the taste of sticky apple juice trickling down your throat It's that one dreaded outfit Mommy made you wear It feels like countless hours sat at the dinner table alone, unless you finished your vegetables It's the sound of the stool sliding across the bathroom floor to the sink so you could brush your teeth It feels like the tissues of your gums ripping apart as your first loose tooth is tied around a string and projectiled across the room It's the gentle naive unawareness of the parental chaos around you The screams and fights You don't comprehend After all, you remember, don't you?
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Added on December 17, 2017Last Updated on December 17, 2017 AuthorOliver LeeBatavia , NYAboutOliver 16 LGBTQ+ advocate Reptile dad Theatre rat I make music "f**k" more..Writing
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