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I Want to be a Kid MAG
I want to be a kid again
to go back to a time when
all that made me happy was sunshine
When your new best friend was
the other kid in the sandbox,
and the ring of the ice cream truck made
my heart race;
when a stick of chalk on the asphalt was
I want to play pretend
to have a tree house in the backyard and
make it my castle, and be the sovereign until
the sun went down.
I want to be anything I could ever imagine
a secret emissary with a hidden agenda,
stealthy and sly as I army-crawl my way
through a trail of trees in the woods,
on completing my mission;
or the empress of a chlorinated, under-sea world that
existed at the bottom of the pool.
Things used to be so easy, so simple.
Lemonade stands were the only surefire
bring in the serious cash, and having
animal crackers was what made you cool.
No drinks were diet and no snacks were sugar-free,
and nobody cared what you looked like as long as
you were having fun.
Why does growing up mean we
have to let all this go;
does animosity, anger and bigotry
go hand in hand with aging?
Does growing up mean to judge
based on appearance rather than actions,
and exiling people who aren't the same?
I want to remain young
to linger in naivety and loiter in
immaturity. I want to share the
whomever I want, and not be judged
on whom I appear to be, but who I am
I want to be able to scream at the top of
and play pretend; I don't want to hide
who I am
for fear of not being accepted.
I don't want to live in the grown-up world,
because to live in that kind of judgmental,
ignorant, condemnatory world means that
I've simply stopped living.