Featured in the 2015 Fall Issue of Rambunctious
Sandboxes and Prisms Afua Addo, '16 Technically speaking they used to be children but life became more like the ocean and less like their backyards, pushing and pulling pushing and pulling them into the deep deeply changing the shape of their minds making the world more like a prism and less like a sphere deep now their hair is wet and so are their feet feet that just learned to walk pushed to fly flying with what they had always looked up to see seeing that their youth was stolen they cry they cry for their sand box playmates Childhood and Innocence that stopped holding their hands hands that made castles of sand make weapons now now the robbed children hurt each other others become familiar things and things become indecipherable when they are bent by prisms. Nothing is the same because you can’t unsee something, anything you cannot unlearn something something has changed change is good but badly in need of a constant imagine being robbed by the world that welcomed you in to a world where there are no sandboxes boxes and people are lost in quicksand quick to become tombstones and return to earth a funny place placed so eloquently in the sky floating and spinning floating and spinning us around and around we go going nowhere what a design designed to teach you that no one can stop this mass in the sky from spinning from stopping So stop stopping then because then your youth was taken and now it is gone gone were the days where you knew nothing but what your eyes greeted in the morning but it’s morning time to wake up and smell to roses. Yes darkness outshines the morning in the evening but the sun never stops raising so rise like the sun.