Childhood
by Elizabeth
genre:
Poetry
description:
I'm sort of a hypocrite but I like to write poems about my childhood and unfairness in general. I miss it when I knew less than I do now!
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Childhood
Childhood
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updated 05/09/08
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In childhood
It was zoomed in on
The small things,
Your favorite jacket,
The can opener.
It was like
We couldn’t see the whole world,
So we broke it down
One
Bit
At
A
Time.
In childhood
We asked questions,
Questions no one could answer;
Why are pigtails called pigtails?
Why is walk spelled the way it is?
Why do red and yellow make orange?
Why?
The grown-ups don’t know, they say:
“Hush up. I’m trying to do something.”
So we hush up.
Childhood,
The very word says,
Grow up. You’re not that young,
Why do you act that way?
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It was zoomed in on
The small things,
Your favorite jacket,
The can opener.
It was like
We couldn’t see the whole world,
So we broke it down
One
Bit
At
A
Time.
In childhood
We asked questions,
Questions no one could answer;
Why are pigtails called pigtails?
Why is walk spelled the way it is?
Why do red and yellow make orange?
Why?
The grown-ups don’t know, they say:
“Hush up. I’m trying to do something.”
So we hush up.
Childhood,
The very word says,
Grow up. You’re not that young,
Why do you act that way?
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