Jerusalem
And when her eyes open,She is home,Yawn grace of morning,What will the day bring,
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She is Seventeen,Alive,And when she rises,The world awaits.
#######And when she is ready,Brief curve of the well known,She hears parents,Family,
She is seventeenHappy,And when she sighs,The world smiles.
#######And when she digs,Into breakfast high,Laughs at her brother,The morning beams,
She is Seventeen,Satisfied,And when she goes,The world is hers.
#######And when she reaches the market,Such bustle of the city,A throng of the familiar.
There is safety,
She is Seventeen,
responsible,
And when she moves,The world is in awe.
And when she sees,
A belt of fire,She is not concerned,It is worn youth,
Innocent,
And when her feet carry,
The world spins on.
And when she gets close,It is just one more step,She closes her eyes,And holds her breath.
She is seventeen,
Dead,
And when her eyes open,She is home.
Poem:
(Oh The Places You’ll Stay)
Congrats!
And don’t you fret,
You’re all college grad,
And here’s what you get,
Bigger brains in your mind,
And a wide-open head,
A safe-space to hide,
And legs to be lead,
You’re never alone,
There’s that thing and this,
Free speech to deny,
New moments to miss,
You’ll look down a street,
And think it’s alright,
It’s here I’ll scream loud,
It’s here that I fight,
You’re that type of guy,
All riot and pain,
But now this degree,
Is stenciled your name,
So congrats yet again,
And never you fret,
About lack of jobs,
And soul crushing debt,
########
There’s couches to see,
With mom and dear dad,
And after those riots,
That isn’t too bad,
Said no to new word,
Said I cannot hear,
What’s not to be heard,
You kept up the dumb,
From your brains to your feet,
And now you’ll stay put,
With no one to meet,
Oh the places you’ll stay,
But those riots where fun,
And you got that degree,
So what if life’s done.
A Place For Poetry: Part 3
Poem:
(Oh The Places You’ll Stay)
Congrats!
And don’t you fret,
You’re all college grad,
And here’s what you get,
#######
Bigger brains in your mind,
And a wide-open head,
A safe-space to hide,
And legs to be lead,
#######
You’re never alone,
There’s that thing and this,
Free speech to deny,
New moments to miss,
#######
You’ll look down a street,
And think it’s alright,
It’s here I’ll scream loud,
It’s here that I fight,
#######
You’re that type of guy,
All riot and pain,
But now this degree,
Is stenciled your name,
#######
So congrats yet again,
And never you fret,
About lack of jobs,
And soul crushing debt,
########
There’s couches to see,
With mom and dear dad,
And after those riots,
That isn’t too bad,
########
You’re that type of guy,
Said no to new word,
Said I cannot hear,
What’s not to be heard,
#######
You kept up the dumb,
From your brains to your feet,
And now you’ll stay put,
With no one to meet,
########
Oh the places you’ll stay,
But those riots where fun,
And you got that degree,
So what if life’s done.