Poems About the Environment
Look twice, save a life they said,
I thought once, considering the instruction;
Paper is good
plain as the rain.
Made from wood
a poor tree's pain.
Creations that could
Bastard son, raised by the streets
with Thugs, Drugs and Guns
Writing Poetry to paint a picture of my life
You and I originate from the same place
Seen the hungry and the poor
Close to touching death's face
I forever hold a piece of memory
A single film that brings me back
I said to the sun
Show me your light
I believe that maturity is not an outgrowing, but a growing up: that an adult is not a dead child, but a child who survived.