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What it means to grow up
I wish I was a little kid again.
Your closest friends
become your worst enemies, lollipops
turn into cigarettes,
the innocent ones
turn into s****,
homework
goes in the trash,
soda
becomes vodka,
kisses
turn into sex.
Remember when getting high
meant swinging on the playground? When protection
meant wearing a helmet?
When the worst thing you could get from the opposite gender
was cooties?
Dad's shoulders
were the highest place on Earth
and mom
was your hero?
Your worst enemies
were your siblings,
race issues
were about who ran the fastest,
your only drug
was cough syrup,
the only thing that hurt you
was skinned knees
and goodbyes
only meant until tomorrow?
And we couldn't wait to grow up...
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I really like the first stanza.
But I think the question format you take after that takes away from the poem. don't make them questions. It's a statement about what was and what is now. Which is why i liked your first stanza. It was very authoritative and a great start.