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This is a poem I wrote at 10 at night, so forgive me if it's terrible...I call it "Childhood", uncreative, I know, but I never was one for good titles...Sorry it's so long, but it's a quick read, I promise.

La, la, la
Sing a little song
Like the pixies
Who set the stars on fire
And put them out in the daytime

Little bare feet
And legs covered in scrapes and bruises
But they don’t bother us
Because we’re so proud
That we didn’t cry when we got them

Let’s run to the top of the hill
So we can roll down again
And in the winter we’ll bring a sled
And slide down like penguins
And then we’ll have hot chocolate

Let’s build a clubhouse
And make a sign that says, “No Boys Allowed!”
But we can bend the rules
When Dad comes to visit
As long as he brings cookies

Now the ground is wet
But we’ve got our squeaky boots
And Mom doesn’t care
If we play in the puddles
As long as we come when she calls

Come sleep at my house
We can lay on the floor
Snuggly in our sleeping bags
And we’ll giggle all night long
And talk about how icky boys are

Let’s play tag
And get the boys to chase us
And then we’ll chase them
And fall down and giggle
Because maybe boys are okay sometimes

I’ll come to your house now
And we’ll pretend to own a restaurant
I can cook if you can serve
And it wouldn’t be impossible
If we had superpowers too

Teach me to jump rope
And play hopscotch and braid hair
Because maybe I’m not girly enough
To wear a dress and tights and little shoes
But I can learn

Now we’re taking pictures
Snap, snap, snap
Using whole rolls of film
Because we aren’t just people anymore
We’re beautiful princess rock stars

We can ride our bikes now
And go across the tracks
And throw rocks in the lake
And wonder
Why the sky is blue

La, la, la
We sing a new song now
About Jesus and his angels
And God and grace and love
While our parents take pictures

I can dress myself now
And you can do it too
But you’ll always look prettier
Than I could ever dream of being
And I think you know it too

Let’s go to my grandma’s
Where we can run in the grass
And pick little white flowers
That you use to make jewelry
You’ll have to teach me how

My brother’s getting picked on
But he won’t be for long
Because we’ll gang up on the neighbor boy
Who always calls me “girlfriend”
And sit down on his legs

You found a baby bird
That we’ll try to nurse to health
Because the mom won’t take it back
Once we’ve touched it
Is that really true?

Let’s swing in my backyard
Until we’re too tired to run
And then we’ll lay in the grass
And watch the sunset
The pixies are going to bed

I’m much too old for pixies
And the stars are balls of gas
And I know what makes the sky blue
And I’m too old for puddles
Or rolling downhill
Or dress-up
Or tackling the neighbor boy
Who used to call me “girlfriend”
And I never go out without shoes on
Or ride my bike around
And boys are still icky
But not because of cooties

I’m much too old
To be a superhero waitress
But give me a paper and pencil
And I’ll write about it
About the pixies
Who set the stars on fire
And the la, la, las
And Jesus and his angels
And sunsets and skies and lakes and hills
Because it’s all too sweet
To keep inside

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