ChildhoodA Poem by Reyna Malone
"don't grow up too fast
you still have time to be a child" you say to me The difference between us is that you wish to be a child whereas I never want to be one again your childhood was playing foursquare and lava monster and avoiding the cheese-touch with your three best friends my childhood was being kept out of foursquare ignored by the lava monster and being the untouchable object in my class's game of "Beth-touch" your childhood was a playful push and poke with your classmates my childhood was getting my front tooth chipped and being pushed off of the monkey bars your childhood was seeing your parents argue then make up my childhood was hearing shouting upstairs and seeing my parents sitting apart silently for hours afterward your childhood was hoping your mother's flu got better my childhood was my mom falling and twisting her arm on the way to a meeting with the principal hard enough that her hand still isn't the same size your childhood was learning weird new things through rumors, friends, and what you could find my childhood was being left in the dark on all but the basics your childhood was fun elementary school trends like lunchables, messenger bags, and chocolate calculators my childhood was having a different style and having no common interests with the other kids your childhood was a playful time of learning that you wish to return to my childhood was the role of the playground's pariah and I'm never going back © 2016 Reyna Malone |
AuthorReyna MaloneSpringfieldAboutSomedays I think that existance itself is a complete paradox. more..Writing
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