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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