Never Supposed To Be Me
I cut, I rip, I tear, I burn The answers to questions For which I still yearn There is nothing left here For me to fear Except what is deep inside This darkened, twisted mind The hallways stretch and…
it's time is one of the most explored themes on Power Poetry, where young poets share their authentic voices and lived experiences. The 2 poems below range from raw first drafts to carefully crafted works — each one a window into how a young writer sees it's time in their life. Whether you're looking for inspiration, connection, or just want to know you're not alone, start reading and see what resonates.
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