Grow Up
America is a first world country but it certainly
doesn't feel like it. Sad addicts
litter streets but my problem isn't
their homelessness, rather
my own complacency in allowing it.
Violence has played out across our TV screens
and front lawns
since our birth.
I just want to see the boys I knew
live to see themselves as men.
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