Lollipop Turn Into Cigarettees

Lollipops turn into cigarettes,
The innocent ones turn into sluts.
Homework goes in the trash,
Mobile phones are being used in class.
Detention becomes suspension,
Face paint became make-up.
Orange juice turns into vodka,
Bikes become cars.
Kisses turn into sex,
Love turn into lust.

Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground?
When protection meant wearing a helmet or knee pad?
When we held our best friends hand of the same gender, we didn’t have to worry about being called “gay” or ‘’lesbian’’?
When Dad's shoulders were the highest place on earth and Mum was your hero?
When your worst enemies were your siblings?

We had no idea what racism was, and the furthest we got with the word “race” was who could run the fastest.
War was a game that was played with tiny toy plastic soldiers and nothing more.
And the only drug you knew was cough medicine.
The most pain we felt was when we skinned your knees,
We could wear costumes to the grocery store, and no one had a problem with it.
We didn’t care about what label was inside our shirt, the only label we could find was our name which our mothers sewed in so we didn’t lose our clothes.

Every day was wonderful, and we had no cares in the world.

The colour of our hair never had anything to do with our intelligence.
Make-up was just another version of face paint to us.
Getting a cookie from the top shelf was the biggest achievement of our day.

If our mother wanted a hug in front of our group of friends, we were not ashamed, nor embarrassed, we were happy and content.
If we wanted a cookie and we couldn’t reach on the top of the shelf, we got inventive and used our brain to develop a way to our goal instead of giving up.
If we said someone was hot it was based on their actual body temperature…not appearance.

We used to actually want to do the dishes and sweep the floor, but we were too short to reach the top of the broom, and the knives were to sharp for our fragile fingers.
We got cuts and bruises that weren’t intentional.
Weight was never an issue, everyone was just themselves.
We wanted to become pokemons, unicorns, animals, dinosaurs, princesses, superman, the incredible hulk, and we believed it was possible. Nothing was out of our reach…

And finally, remember the times when we couldn’t wait to grow up…

Credits: answer.yahoo.com and writers-network.com (I combine 2 different version of the poem together.)

Edited by ShuQin.

Ps, this poem make me think of how i had change.