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Youthful Crisis

A Collection of Poems About Wandering Youth

By SPEDI .Published 5 years ago 1 min read
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Dunce

Once called a dunce

I kinda liked the name

For some it brought shame

But for me it showed

That I had actually accomplished

What I had been wanting for so long

To not have an expectation

Put on my f*cking mind body and actions.

Red Handed

I was caught

Red handed

Now I'm left stranded

With no keys

And many more fees

What to do now

Well that question is hard

Yet it can take me far

Into a new way

Of doing things

Run Away Kids

We run from a gun

held by our superiors

Their finger rests on the trigger

And seeing it makes us sicker

We know of their intention

To put our dreams into detention

And to give us an education

Based of the killing of dreams

And a new world Satan.

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SPEDI .

Pronounced (S-P-EE-D-Y)

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