Leah Ayliffe

Bronze Star - 2,171 Points (June 8,1991 / Toronto)

I Drive Fast In My Dad's Black Cadillac - Poem by Leah Ayliffe

I drive fast in my dads black Cadillac
Looking in the rear-view mirror to my school-girl past
Little beauty in the summer by the poolside
Who needs a job when your father's making money

My friends and I would walk the streets in our bikinis
Tease our boys, make them call, come on and get it
Follow us to the dock, play with us, get in the water
Feeling fresh, thirteen, looking for fun and trouble

We'd hangout behind the Mac's like rebels in the alleyway
I go in, pretty decoy, buying chocolates at the counter
The boys come out pockets full of stolen candy
We ran in laughter and victory that tasted sweet

Had to stay at my friends, cause mother didn't like it
Play pretend, living in her crystal glass house image
Cut to midnight and we'd escape through the basement window
Round the block, us and them, playing truth or dare when we'd sneak out

Golden Meadow park was our spot where we'd have some fun
A little bit of stolen Crown, drink it like we're Royal
The boys would chase us crazy in the fields, tending to our game
The girls would stick together, laughing wild in the moonlight

In the early hours the boys went running home to bed
We would link arms and walk the streets again
Giddy and blushing cause we were so in love with them
Then we'd fall down crying cause our hearts were broken

We did it so fast while we were too young
Playing in the park and kissing in the dark, searching for love
But there was no spark, just a sadness we couldn't overcome
That's why we stuck together, even through the hardest hour

The girls who all the other girls dreamt to be
The ones who had the boys wrapped around their pretty fingers
Adoring in affection, reveling in attention, smiling like angels
But deep down inside their hearts were bleeding

Even as the years passed and these things went still
The silence is loud and still evident in our eyes
We grew up from children to women and no in-between
And now we chase backwards towards a golden youth

I'm finding Neverland, wonderland, a constant state of childish ways
I'm diving into a place of mischievous plays
I'm young and I'm wild, I am finding the youth you took
It's either too much fun or none at all, and I choose to fall

Growing up for me is not a choice, an option
I will be forever young, just you watch me
Throughout all these good times was a sadness that haunted
But it will haunt on forever, and so I choose to answer the call

Growing up is not an answer, will not make me happier
It is not the cure to any teenage turmoil or heartache felt
No, can't you see, being sad is the state of humanity
And I know that now, as the girl who has it all

You can have everything and still be sad. Everyone is sad.
My school girl youth was filled with the loss of an innocent heart
But life is filled with happy moments, they come and they go
And they come. Never let them pass unnoticed.

I drive fast in my dad's black Cadillac
Looking forward out the wide open window
The glass shines in the truth of the sun and I smile
This adolescent youth is my state of happiness.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Sums up my life from 12-16

Comments about I Drive Fast In My Dad's Black Cadillac by Leah Ayliffe

  • Veteran Poet - 1,295 Points Tarobinson1103@gmail.com Robinson (8/14/2014 1:07:00 AM)

    Awesome to read... read between the lines... my life story there too.
    All those days made into your dreams. You could not make up dreams like these.
    But you must go on making dreams to dream someday. Or you grow old and die. (Report) Reply

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