It makes me feel sad,
That by age fourteen,
Girls curl their hair.
They wear make-up,
Talk about “foundation,”
And “Stranger Things.”
Who is boyfriends with who,
And what clothing stores have discounts on Wednesday.
That makes me feel sad because,
We were just little eleven-year-olds the other day,
Trying to figure out how to fly kites,
Escape the house with an extra cookie,
And other acts of childhood.
What happened in those three years,
That made boys, TV shows, clothes, and make-up,
More important than the wonderful things in life,
Like family, games, pranks, and living?