Take Me Back

Our life was a playground
Not a desk of books piled high
Homework was only for a bad day
Not every day
Boys had cooties
Not raging hormones
Sleeping in was only until eight
Not noon
Beauty meant brushing your hair as mom said to
Not make-up
Friends shared their PB and Js
Not their problems
Love was what we saw in Disney
Not this mess of confusion
I wanted to grow up
I wanted to be free
I wanted to feel loved
Not this
Reality should have been more patient
Make me a kid again
Let me be free

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