Precocious
Is not just a word.
It's sort of a sardonic smile,
because the world you now know
is sadly not what you approve of.
So you go to the guy on that street corner
wearing a shirt that says life,
and you turbulently chuck lemons at him.
Precocious
Is knowing that female villains exist.
Because it's the dinner you slowly eat
knowing your mother has poisoned the food.
And the male villain,
dad letting you eat it.
Precocious
Is knowing the meaning of life.
Which I'm not going to tell you.
Precocious
Is knowing that we all die anyway.
So instead of writing
high school English essays,
start brainstorming on your will
Precocious
Is growing up,
Way too fast.
About the Creator
Kylee Orozco
My world is filled with Observance and Thought, deep thought. I choose to write what's real to me and what's the truth. Sometimes the truth is best not told in its entirety but my truth is, I am in love with the art of the mind and writing.
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