Here's to growing up

Here's to growing up

A Poem by Paige L. Brooks (Call me Andy)
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wonderful right? ( notice the sarcasm )

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Here's to growing up...
                                         Your best friends become your worst enemies. Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent girls turn into s***s. Doing homework turns into going on myspace. Good grades turn into a thing of the past. Cellphones become our bestfriends. Detention becomes suspension. 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 things you could get from boys were cooties? When 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. War was only a card game, & the only drug you knew of was cough medicine. Wearing a skirt didn't make you a w***e and cliques didn't even exist... The only things that could hurt you were skinned knees and bruises. And when we would say goodbye..it only meant until tomorrow. Yet we couldn't wait to grow up....What were we thinking? 
r best friends become your worst enemies. Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent girls turn into s***s. Doing homework turns into going on myspace. Good grades turn into a thing of the past. Cellphones become our bestfriends. Detention becomes suspension. 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 things you could get from boys were cooties? When 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. War was only a card game, & the only drug you knew of was cough medicine. Wearing a skirt didn't make you a w***e and cliques didn't even exist... The only things that could hurt you were skinned knees and bruises. And when we would say goodbye..it only meant until tomorrow. Yet we couldn't wait to grow up....What were we thinking?

© 2010 Paige L. Brooks (Call me Andy)


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it has a good setting, but it is much more of a story/freewrite format.

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Paige L. Brooks  (Call me Andy)
Paige L. Brooks (Call me Andy)

Newport News, VA



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My name is Paige, I am only 15 years old but, I am told that I am an old soul. I am a mother to most and a tower of strength to all. A hopeless romantic and a lover of the classical romance. I write m.. more..

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