The real world.
By Ryan Andrew

We're well sheltered kids,
With those "real-world" dreams.
Wanting to know more than our parents allow us to see.
Mommy, I know our streets are ridden with crime.
And Daddy, I know there are starving children who cry.
Dont try to hide it.
Dont sheild my eyes.
I want to hear every voice,
Dont shugar coat them with well hidden lies.
Hey Dad! I saw them today!
You know those two men who "claim" to be gay.
You say god could save them,
But they were in church.
And as you have told me,
There no evil can lurk.
Last week on the street was a girl with a sign,
it said "Im pro-choice, for the unborn can not die."
"She's going to hell!" I know you would say.
But you see Mom and Dad, her and I think the same.
On a street sits a man
With a joint 'tween his fingers,
And Jack in his hands.
Now I know thats not right,
But its the world can't you see,
and I dont want to live when the world is hidden from me.
The world isnt all bad,
and without bad you can not see the beauty in good.
Look for it Daddy, really you should.
I met a boy just last week, whos mother is dieing.
but the beauty in this is the girl who holds him as he is crying.
She sits and listens to the things on his mind
And she gives him new words that are kind.
The Chlidren's cancer Foundation helps children in pain.
Brings hope to their families
and helps keep them sane.
From such disaster
springs a miracle strong.
A disease brings a community together
And helps a family bond.
Now Mom and Dad its not rebellion you see.
Im trying to show you who I am.
And what I know.
You've raised me right, and I'm proud.
Please now let me grow.
Yes this world is mostly good.
You could almost say great.
But without all the bad,
The good is hard to appreciate.

empty.

empty.

What do you mean by that?

the poem had a good uhh point or issue or topic or whatever, but I found myself going cross-eyed around the middle of it....... try shortening it up, if not, break it up into stanzas to make it easier on the eyes....other than that, it was pretty good.