The Life of a Teenager.
In an Apartment living among Arabs day and night
Is Where I always see the light.
Taught with honesty, love, and generosity
And hope for nothing more.
A teenager boy who full of joy
Strong to the point that it can destroy.
pain, depression and even Grief are nothing
to handle as if it is a big deal.
“Labeled as ironic” they say, in supersonic.
“Lucky and happy life” they also say, next to their wifes.
I would accept what they say because
it’s coming from the door of everyday!!!
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