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We were young and
small and
stupid and
fragile and
we believed we were invincible and
we refused to believe otherwise and
we blamed being frugal on being young and
we did not know otherwise and
and
and
and
we smiled at the thought of love and
we didn't know we hadn't felt it and
we quieted at the thought of war and
we didn't know we did not comprehend it and
we laughed at the thought of futures and
we were young and
small and
stupid and
fragile and
and
and
and.
We became the dot dot dot and
the et cetera and
the blank spaces after every and and
we didn't know where the next sentence would take us and
we were afraid of where it wouldn't
and
and
and so we stopped talking and
we started rebelling and
that's what being young is all about, right? Making people mad and
taking a stand and
fighting a battle and
using your voice and
dying your hair and
peircing your lips and
popping balloons and
sitting on needles and
looking in mirrors and
dressing in costumes and
and
and
and
we were young and
small and
stupid and
fragile and
we've gotta stop thinking our mistakes didn't count and
that they never happenned and
that we had an excuse and
we didn't
and
and
and
we did
and
and
we should be grateful we had those mistakes to frown at and
laugh at and
shout at and
scream at and
cry at and
“cheers to the teenage years” and
welcome to the start of your immortality and
welcome to the end of the rebellion and
the start of the intervention
and
and
we are young and
small and
stupid and....
and...
look at all the ands, we are a lot of things, darling.
We were young, and that's the excuse we've always used, so why all the ands?
Don't grow up, and limit the amount of caterpillars you kill.
One day there will be even more stories to end in ands
because you are always younger today than you will be tomorrow
and you will always have mistakes to defend
and you will always have the future to rely far too heavily upon.
One day you will run out of ands
and you will run out of butterflies
and you will hold an umbrella to the sun
and you will wear a swimsuit in the rain
and you will think about how being young
was not an excuse
and it wasn't an apology.
It was what you were.
And
and
and
what you are.
And
and





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golda F. said...
Sept. 19, 2012 at 2:28 am
awesome poem....really liked the idea and structure....
 
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