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Don't Grow Up, It's a Trap

January 27, 2014
By CarolynRose GOLD, Ringoes, New Jersey
CarolynRose GOLD, Ringoes, New Jersey
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Born with No worries- No ideas- No fears
Sleeping in the arms of your mother and father
Held close to their hearts
First birthday—time flew by
Second, third, fourth, fifth birthday
Tickle me Elmo
Barbie dream house
race car rug
Now six years young
About to begin school: the next thirteen years of your life
Putting that backpack on your shoulder and kissing your parents goodbye at the bus stop
Taking a deep breathe, stepping on, and looking for a seat
Pigtailed girl waves you over and you made your first friend
Seven, eight, nine, ten,
When daddy is still a superhero and you still want to cuddle with mommy
Eleven, twelve, thirteen
Middle schooler now—obviously cooler than you
That awkward age
Who am I?  Who do I want to become?
Making a Facebook status every time you blinked
Those cringe worthy hair cut you reminisce in pictures
That outfit you thought you looked awesome in
Fourteen, fifteen
High school
Parents are lame
Sleep. Eat. Sleep. Eat
Or don’t eat
Girls’ shouldn’t be fat--I can’t be fat
That’s what society tells girls to do
One carrot and a cup of water at dinner
Water for dinner
Nothing for dinner
Looking back, I wasn’t as fat as I thought I was
I wasn’t as ugly as I thought
I wasn’t as boring as I thought I was

Childhood innocence
Only to look back at photographs
A canvas of your innocent time
The best time
Taken in a blink of an eye
Don’t grow up sweetheart its a trap

The author's comments:
I wrote this poem with my cousins in mind. My family is very close, and now that I am approaching being 18, I am now realizing how precious childhood is so I wrote this to kinds of tell them to enjoy being a kid.

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