I like your poem

But no poem is like my

poem

 

Because my poem sings a new

song

A song of a saddening glee

A song of confusing

youth

A song of life

 

I like their poem

But no poem is like my

poem

 

Because no one has walked through life

with me, hand in hand and eyes

wide open

No one has thought themselves to be a worthless

queen

No one has seen the tired screams of my mother rainbow from her tongue

No one has turned her back on God while He cried

for her

 

I like our poem

But my poem sings a new

song

 

The funny thing about my poem is that

I don't know if I

like it yet