Cinderblock Mugshots
Adulthood via drivers license
Every child's dream is to one day
Walk into a cinderblock building
And be forced to take a mugshot
Where you are allowed to smile.
Little girls dream of being princesses
And little boys of being knights,
But at some point in every child's life
They step up,
Step past the threshold of a cinderblock building,
And those little boys and little girls
Become men and women.
They practice day in and day out
For months,
Racing to be the best.
Or at least the best of the worst.
They compete against the master's clipboard
In a test to see whether or not they leave that cinderblock building
With their mugshot in hand.
Competing to hold the key to a death trap.
Children are born into this world from darkness
And for the rest of their lives,
They crave that same darkness.
Fighting desperately from stereotypes at age ten,
To realities at age 16,
They fight to be granted permission
To run that steel death trap down a freeway,
Faster than the speed of light
And the speed of the law.
They fight for the ability to run on wheels
At 85 miles an hour around a surprise curve.
They fight for the ability to dodge bullets,
But in actuality,
The only bullets are the drivers
That are somehow driving faster.
They fight for a test of strength,
A test of mind over matter
A test to see how often you can swerve
Without becoming worse off than the others.
Children start as princesses and knights,
But they are pressured all their lives
Until they become diamonds.
Diamonds hard enough to cut through wind,
And rain,
And air resistance,
But only in their steel death trap.
So they go into that cinder block building
And cross the threshold
Between children and diamonds
And take their mugshot home.
About the Creator
Lily Winter
Hello! I am an eighteen year old university student, and avid writer. To learn more about me, check out my instagram-
Personal: @lily_winter4722
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