To be able to understand the time when supposedly we the “children” of our guardians rip the bands of juvenility to become ripened into full fortified adults, allegedly the period when our immature stage of adolescents transform into a mature state with wisdom ingrained into our minds. Before we knew it, the established state of adulthood was set and now constantly we get reminded that in order to gain knowledge and perception we must reach a certain age. For years they have increasingly interrupted us and ignored us, to the point where we may have felt as though we are less. Undoubtedly have they subconsciously given into the “natural” phrases that all parents say at one point, laughing off the thoughts we share to the point of even saying “good idea,” but never actually doing it. The list of sentences repeated so much that now they have come to be like catholic prayers:
You’re just a kid.
You don’t understand.
You’ll understand when you get older.
Children are to be seen not heard.
One day you’ll thank me.
Go outside and play.
This isn’t children’s business. We have wanted them to get that we understand more than they think. Even though we are not technically “adults” we are mature enough recognize problems. We have tried to get a say in but instantly they shut us down handling us like a minority. They have the power to put us in check if we have done wrong but not to the point of treating us unequally. “I know best, you’ll understand someday,” degrading us and not giving us a choice. We need to stand up and not be overlooked. Does a number really determine our level of