Take seriously all these kids who write,
classified ' with the 'Crazy dreamers'
soaking up perception, tasting fresh new fights.
You had to remember
What's a boundary to a wondering schemer?
After all, put the words there
and follows an itch to string them into insight.
And, I got to laugh and listen with a stare
assenting with the opinion and the wisdom
of those who have 'lived' and survived the generations' plight.
Because my youth is recognizable
And my intelligence is manageable (education is an adding sum) .
But poetry...
why would it be any less than yours?
Because as the years pass, you learn different lessons
in simpler times.
And I may keep my passion and capricious nature.
You listened when the world chimed,
told you to cool off, that the colors should be a blur.
As for me,
I'm young.
I want to be passionate; I will stay bold
I want brightness that can be seen.
And in my words, a unbiased smile your mouth can't help but hold.
Keep the 'you' in young,
it's there for a reason.
Why should you patronize and condescend?
Keep your training wheels on, you'll need them in any season.
Delilah Miller
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kids-who-write/
