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Growing Up

*Sippy cups to shot glasses

Skinned knees to broken hearts

Puppy love to marriage*

 

Why must the bliss be replaced with

Remorse and sorrow?

What ever happened to the time of cooties and boys being “icky”?

 

Soon baby dolls will be replaced with infants,

And sports cars will take the place of your hot wheels.

 

*Sleepovers turn into obscene rumors.

Chubby cheeks turn into eating disorders.*

 

I’m not ready to grow up yet.

I want to stay naive to reality,

Let me stay ignorant.

 

It’s inevitable that we have to grow up sooner or later

But why sooner than later?

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krystine-hernandez
American
Published
May 19, 2013
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