Britanie Steward

remember when getting high meant swinging at the playground.
the worst thing you could get from boys were cooties.
your worst enemies were your siblings
mom was the prettiest girl you knew
dad was the coolest guy ever
race issues were who ran the fastest.
war was a cardgame
the only drugs you knew were cough medicine.
wearing skirts meant you were a princess, not a slut.
the only thing that hurt was skinned knees and papercuts.
and the only things that can get broken were your toys.
life was simple & carefree but
all we wanted to do was
g r o w u p