Cynical Hands of a Childhood

May 18, 2012
By Samantha Isidro BRONZE, Lake Villa, Illinois
Samantha Isidro BRONZE, Lake Villa, Illinois
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Watch me fly.
Over the ledge, a soft sway was all it took.
Taking off from the highest point,
falling into a life too serious, too fast.

The umbrella wisped her a shy two feet ahead.
After, cleaving itself from her budding palm
bobbing her head down the flickering street,
swirling the creamy snow, heaving over the cracks,
she didn’t want mother’s back to break like they had said.

Bended at the knee, she skipped over the split cement,
on specific squares singing: Cinderella dressed in yella…
But the shouting wind disapproved of that childish game,
and so she landed on her two left feet, silent.

Passing a cemetery, she gulped tunnels of air,
remembering what they had said. And
that rumor about aliens still bothered her.
Mommy, do they really have octopus hands and antennas?
But she walked into the house with a simple nod,
refusing to play that childish game.


The author's comments:
Society grows up too fast. With the media telling us how to express ourselves, I feel that kids begin to lose a sense of curiousity. Ideas are neglected and reality comes sooner than you think.

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