I am youth. I am the epiphany of hope that your mother told you to stay clear of as a kid.
The child from the, wrong side of the streets,
the hear me out we aren't all the same kid,
the oh but did you hear?Her mother is dead, kid.
You're bright, but stars don't get into ivy league colleges sweetheart, it's not enough to shine, because not even the brightest of stars- you cannot afford a future, kid.
Bend that spoon backwards, they were
feeding lies, those
who were supposed to, teach us,
how to spread our wings and
soar through time,
taught us how to knell and
not stand
they clipped our wings from our
backbones and told us
Go Home, Read about the scholarships
that they only give to the kids that
don't need them
but oh, don't dare think you can
leave school, and find roses
that aren't set out to be
easy and then
prick you with thorns,
maybe
something to make a life out of
we don't believe in prosperity here
it's just another makeshift dream,
to build your goals around and then
wipe it clean.
YOU ARE READING
Existent
PoetryHighest rank: #23 In poetry. A compilation of Poems about love, heart break, depression and everything in between really. Black, white, and of course, a dose of grey.
