for the red headed teen who thinks he sucks at poetry...

I'm currently at this exact moment right now subbing in a high school English class and they're doing beat poetry and it's an honors class so they're on task, so hey-ho... might as well write a beat poem of my own.

SPEAK!

You say you suck at poetry
But I see

A young man's anger and curiosity

Ripped off, shut down,

Ground to dust by a system

That just can't handle 

Your truth--

That you contain multitudes.

That you don't have to be

Perfectly eloquent to be

Perfectly angry,

Or curious,

Or wise.

That you have eyes that see

What they NEVER will--

Truths they'll never kill

Unless you let them...

Unless you load the gun.

Your time's begun, young man.

And yeah... okay...

I get it's bleak.

But if you don't stand

And demand they let you speak...

Who will?