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