Back In The Day

This is a poem I wrote for a battle of the sexes poetry slam and which my team of wonderfully talented women won, and the judges seemed to really like this poem.  I had fun writing it, it took me down memory lane for a bit and made me realize just how different times are now from when I was a kid, damn I sound old right???!!!!!!  It's true though, we actually enjoyed the natural things of the world, we went outside and played and didn't need a whole bunch of electronics to entertain us.  We were very active, spontaneous, times are so different.  And I see that ever so evident as a parent raising my little cubs.  Here you go: 

Back in the day when I was young I'm not a kid anymore but some days I still wish I was a kid again

Don't ya'll remember way back when...

When we played outside till mama had to force us back in

Back then, our creativity had no end, the imagery we were imagining were the blends that created no bends to real means we turned to real life ends

Like really I aint even need no friends

Gimme some buckets and tin and I'm enacting the journey of Dorothy from Oz to wherever my imagination chooses to send

These lazy ass kids now sit in the house and google browse lyrics to recite that we had down to a science from tape-deck re-plays over and over again

How in the hell are you bored when you have more game consoles than I had shoes I wore

These PS3 driving Xbox having 360 degrees Wi-Fi cross country to country skype tabbing spoiled rotten rats on da rug need to learn how to reach creative ascensions

Whenever, wherever, whatever, Maxwell unplugged

Even these thugs cant be outside for more than three bugs

How you be hood wit no time in da wood and no street love

I remember way back when like when LA Gear and Double Diamond BK's graced our feet

And like when kids sat down and shut da hell up when adults speak

Just went outside to dutch a double and bob some jacks to hide and seek

An hour spent on anything meaningful is 40 minutes of withdrawals from missing doses of facebook peeps

A poke used to be a finger tipped encave, skin deep

Now it’s a mindless click more than likely from a lonely play-actionless freak

Your cyber IQ and text acroynym que has to be genius just to speak

I need some translations, I don't know what the hell l-l-s-r-f means when you follow a mention on the beak of a blue bird's tweet

Even when I got beat with a twig and my pockets of pennies were candy jipped by bad kids

I was living the good life, good life

These new skool blues fools will never know what back in the day was like

Except through these lanes my memories drive by to write