Wednesday Words: The Difference Between Childhood and Adulthood
Today’s Wednesday Words come courtesy of Grace Pasco in her poem, The Difference Between Childhood and Adulthood.
Grace Pasco, a Filipina-Japanese-American poet, has a favorite saying: “so be afraid, then do it anyway.” Her love for performance poetry has only grown since her first open mic with Bangkok Lyrical Lunacy, where she discovered a strong sense of community. She now performs in Washington, D.C. at Spit Dat and Busboys and Poets. Grace is most notable for the rhythm of her words and for her choice use of enjambment. Grace was one of four featured poets at a collaboration event called Signal Flair. She has also been featured in District-W Magazine for Art and Culture in April 2015.
She grew up in Tagaytay City, Philippines until the age of 8, then immigrated to San Francisco, then moved again to Silver Spring, Maryland. She attended Loyola University Maryland, where she studied English Literature and Global Studies: Conflict Resolution. During her junior year at Loyola, over a span of six months, she traveled to various cities across Laos, Cambodia, Hong Kong, Vietnam, and Thailand. The only European country she has been to, so far, is Poland, where she experienced the power of historical narrative and the significance of preservation.
She believes in poetry and its power to translate emotions, package experiences, and build communities.
You can reach her at firstname.lastname@example.org
The Difference Between Childhood and Adulthood
I would rather criss-cross the lines of my 1-9
And play tic-tac-toe with whoever feels the same.
Make papier-mâché out of my HSA
That I won’t be using anyway,
Since my uncle is my dentist.
And let’s face it: I can’t afford it.
I can’t stress this enough:
Formality gets stuffy,
Like my nose when it’s too cold outside.
19 degrees in Fahrenheit is not for this tropical fish
Who knows a kind normal
Among palm trees and beaches-
To where my 4 feet and under days took place.
The three layer coats of propriety?
Are preposterous to me.
My penmanship skips too many loops
Private catholic school teachers? Look-
Cursive writing is a thing of the past.
Archaic. Though pretty.
I swoop in print with slants and connected branches, but
I would rather criss-cross the lines of my I-9
And color in the crevices of the big block letters.
The only difference childhood and now is that
My mother won’t sign
These kinds of assignments