The streets are littered with so many teenage pregnancies
Along with many other dangers and obscenities
Knives and guns carried for pride
Cars not owned, just used while on a joyride
Lives filled with drama
Police head to foot in armour
The people you hang with is a statement
Flowers and crying eyes a constant reminder of the bereavement
Pouring into the street day after day
A society crying for help
Instead sent into a shock everyday
As another town is on its own
Let me know what you think!
- Esjae x
My opinion: It's not my favorite of your poems. I feel like it doesn't flow, and most of the rhymes don't work for me. They're almost close enough, but not quite. But that's what editing's for. :)
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