Poems from our American youth, bold and raw,
Visually shocking, yet only viewed for the flaw,
I find it queer, in an attempt, understanding to grasp,
How adults often fail to comprehend this simple task,
The beauty in these verses is painful, rare, genuine, and wild,
Expressions of a teenager caught between adult and child,
In the words, a world corrupted, foul, and vice unfolds,
Yet grown-up hearts chide the child for the words too bold
For youth’s perspective is laid bare, fresh, and keen,
In verses brave, they lay down their truth to be seen,
But adults, fear confrontation and oft, in anger dwell,
When faced with thoughts that another truth does tell.
If only, adults could be, not a reactionary, swayed
not by passions of their own ill repute in darkness played,
they might listen, guide, understand, and set youth free.
Open to chance for hearts, through the poetry of youth, to see.
let us not falter, nor attack, for if adults mirrored patience, grace,
These verses though dark, these poems would wear a softer face.
on life’s rough track, in the words of youth, we’ll find,
A mirror to our own past, may we build our futures combined.
WoPoLi 
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