Secondhand Youth

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By Avery Jennings

Secondhand Youth

I grew up with you,
I wanted to be like him,
I wanted to be,
the things that he was,
I’d change myself on a whim.
I wanted to act like him,
Dress like him,
Speak like him,
We’ve grown different,
But not apart.

I have grown different,
and he just as I,
We have grown different,
despite our family’s eyes,
We are our own people,
We do our own things,
They cannot control,
who we will be.

I am not him,
He is not I,
He is not them,
Neither am I,
but we survive just the same,
and Secondhand Youth,

We say goodbye.

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