We Were Kids

A tale, a story of just the two of us,
a pair of us analogous to a lot of us

She was a product of the nuclear family 
A byproduct of the American dream 
Not perfect but completely Americana 

He was born with an identity
that doesn’t match his nationality 
A guest in the nation his ancestors built
Not perfect but completely Americana 

School days led to summer time 
Together we played for hours from sunrise 
Until the glow of the moon forced to go home
The night was a blur 
a momentary event until we could come back together 
and play and talk and exist without context 
as if we were all we needed and all we would ever have
We were kids who dreamed of being anything other than what we are 
We dreamed of living a life that wasn’t provided to us by circumstance 
We were kids 

We repeated this pattern for The foreseeable future 
Long school years and short summer breaks 
We were Just a boy and girl with no expectations just relationship
We didn’t care about the outside world 
it was just us hand in hand 
A prince and princess waiting for thier crown
Waiting for Father Time to grant us adulthood
So that they could move away and runaway with one an other
We were kids 

We were in the age discovery 
Over the top and under the skirt
the games kids play but in a teenage way
inevitably parents found out and weren’t having that shit
sent us to different schools
unfortunately we had the same teacher
professor society now wrote the lessons to our lives plans
We were kids

Society started to shape and redirect 
first it got her hands on her
it whispered to her how to dress
how to smell
how to walk
how to love
how to show some skin
how to cross her legs
and who to open them for 

next society ensnared him
it screamed to him how to fight 
how to take
how run
how to fuck
how to walk with the biggest cock
how to use a glock
and who to use it on
We were Kids


becoming what society wanted us to be
she was socialized , influenced to pursue the moderate life
have a moderate profession 
a moderate house
moderate kids
a moderate husband
moderate orgasms
moderate happiness
a life stuck in a cycle of moderation

society sentenced him to a low life
low opportunities 
low economic growth
low level housing
low accomplices 
violent low paying crime 
low chance at freedom
and a low survival rate
We were kids


What did society do to us?
we were kids !!!
a pair, just the two of us
hand in hand dreaming of when we would wear our crowns
and be together forever 
because that’s what we promised each other on those hot summer days
it was you and me no matter what life through at us 
instead of this shit we became 
unrecognizable, a carbon copy of societal expectations

She had her nuclear family
a byproduct of the American dream
a moderate life not perfect but completely Americana

His identity and nationality matched those incarcerated with him
a permanent guest in a correctional facility that his colonizers built
not perfect but completely Americana