A N T H E M

v. a childhood worn

small and sticky hands

colored chalk on the pavement

shaving cream fights and dancing

to your parents music collection

where did that go?

oh.

we had wings back then

feathery white

but now mine are speckled with dirt

weighing me down and

all that means is

sitting on the pavement crying

fighting against the world

and not dancing

because i don't know how.