Growing Up Ava Black | 2025
Little kids are the definition of joy, Constantly running around and having fun Without a care in the world. As kids, we ran to the ice cream truck at the beach As kids, we sprinted through the sprinklers on a hot summer day As kids, we dressed up and played with our Barbies As kids, we went on daddy-daughter dates We are not kids anymore. I know because We are annoyed at the ice cream truck’s music, now. We avoid the sprinklers so as not to ruin our clothes, now. We wear clothes and get shamed or cat-called, now. We go on dates with people who don’t care about us, now.
We are growing up, The joy slowly draining. Grey is the new yellow, Constantly worrying. Growing out of our old skins, We are not kids anymore.
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