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| I like young-adult literature. I write young-adult literature. However, I am also hyper-aware of the cliches of young-adult literature. If I have to read one more book
with a pointless love triangle in it, I am going to find a nominally
socially awkward but stil breathtakingly beautiful sixteen-year-old who
just wants someone to take care of her and shake her until her
extensions fall out. |
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| Hey, you: Can't you see That the psychotic things you Do to me Are not "Just a stage" In my necessary Coming of age? It's so clear: I can tell You love putting me Through hell. You claim it's For the plot. You think I'm grateful? I'm not. You start with misery, then Pile on misery some more. You Manufacture crises so I'll Be more miserable than before. And then I guess the fate of Earth requires I decide My destiny, whatever that is. Oh: at some point, someone died. I really wish I didn't have to stay In your YA. Look, dude: I'm sixteen. I already feel like I'm between. It's not Really fair To shove paranormal Crap in there. You'd say That it's more That you're setting up A metaphor. Well, yeah, Here's the deal: To me, the metaphor Is real. And then you add a boy, And then another boy because it Wouldn't be exciting without Angsty lust and drama, and it was So damn romantic when Boy One saved me; let's tick that off the list. It's become unclear Why I am the protagonist. Things would be different if I had a say In your YA. So I'm a misfit But somehow drop-dead gorgeous too. I don't have any friends But never do anything wrong. You don't remember What being me is like, do you? There are many ways of being strong. If I Have to whine About being different one more Time or pine After Someone hot While saving the society That time forgot As the World turns grim And Boy Two leaves me and I Long for him, I'll leap Our of your prose And land a mighty punch on Your nose. Could I not come of age Without some world-destroying fray? Could I, perhaps, do something that Is not an adolescent cliche? Be insignificant And fail at everything for real, Get along with both my parents And possess no sex appeal? That would suck, but in a less annoying way Than your YA. Back to Music page |