Crumpled Dreams - Poem by Chandra Hohmann
I miss ninth grade
We thought we could do anything
We were invincible ready to take on the world
Nothing could touch us
What happened? What changed?
When did our dreams die?
When did David forget being in the FBI?
When did Katie realize there wasn’t more than this?
When did our hopes crumple?
When did Steven settle for trade school instead of college?
When did Tracey realize Stanford was just a dream?
When did our fantasy die?
It is some magical transformation taking place
Between 9th and 10th?
Are we finally “growing up”?
Did we finally begin to listen?
To what people have been saying with their eyes our whole lives?
“Stuff like that doesn’t happen to people like you.”
When did I realize I could never be an actress on the stage?
When did Jade realize being the first female president wasn’t realistic?
Why did we give up?
What changed so much?
I may never know….
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