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2 021 : met hod a nd mad nes s
Growing Pains Is it silly that I cried the other day
watching Spongebob?
many things floating around in that brain of mine—
There were so
BAM!
Nostalgia.
Now that there’s so much responsibility & capability clouding I don’t have time to sit and play
over me,
with Barbies
for hours
and build
Jenga towers
sticks and
zoomed around the yard with pretend superpowers that lifted them
up,
up and away.
there’s no pizza lunches or
Now,
No innocence
or pretzels for 75 cents.
four years old, waiting for to Katy Perry
with the kindergarten playmates who stole my
cheese
creepy, Chuck E.Cheese.
I still feel like I’m
prince charming and
singing
loudly
with my hairbrush as a microphone.
I hold on to the childhood I remember, as I learn to drive
for real instead of in Mario
Kart. And there will
when Spongebob won’t make me cry
a little
never
inside, but I think it’s
be a day okay.
- Laurel Masciantonio, X: poetry
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