EMANCIPATED! WHO’S FREE?

 Ritu   in an activity called Writespiration has a fun poem called The Big Birthday  It reminded me of this which I posted last year.  I enjoyed a second read; hope you will too. And hop over to see Ritu’s also.  She had to do hers in 52 words.

WHO’S EMANCIPATED?

I’m eighteen. I’m emancipated.

No more bondage to the things I’ve hated.

Now mom can’t  nag me out of bed

No forcing book knowledge into my head.

Emancipated!  I am free!

I’ll spread my wings; I’ll be ME.

No curfew, no midnight closing;

No rules and manners, no more posing

I can be rude; I can be crude.

I can eat junk, no more health food.

I can drink beer out on the street

I can leave chips on the car seat.

What, you say? I get no more allowance.

Let’s talk about it; can we make an alliance?

I have to pay rent?

All your patience is spent?   . . .

Dad, did you wash the car, it’s covered with dirt.

Mom, have you yet washed my shirt?

You say I have to look for a job.

I need help; I can’t look like a slob!

I’m eighteen. I’m emancipated.

I find it was for this day, mom and dad have awaited!

 

(If you are interested in the comments from last time, you can find there HERE)

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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8 Responses to EMANCIPATED! WHO’S FREE?

  1. Ritu says:

    Oh this is brilliant!! Totally contains that Pre-teen feeling that everything will change.. then realising it doesn’t!!!

  2. ~M says:

    Clever! 😉

  3. This is great!! Oh how we thought we had it all at 18. Little did we know how hard adulting would be!!

  4. Faye says:

    21 was our emancipation when I was younger at eighteen I remember I was still gorky and really not ready for life. Come to think about it are we ever ready? We do think we are…..different stages and different seasons. Grandparents sometimes learn stuff they missed as parents but most often it should be the ‘other way around’. Maturity should bring wisdom to share with everyone. BUT does it?

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