Licenses

Just a year before

We were all chained to our homes

No sidewalks for us to walk on

Still relying on parents and older siblings

Begging please please please

Will you drive me down the road?

To the mall? The theatre? The store?

The pressure kept crowding

Clouding each and every single one of us

And suddenly like a flash we clutched papers

With the scent of someone one step closer 

To being independent

And sooner than later

There was freedom

No need to beg and plead

Barely a need to ask

Suddenly we worried about gas money

Not new video games or sweets

Given rides to school

And giving those same people rides home

These little plastic bits of adulthood