The Teenage Spirit


I am a wild wave of electricity
A bird's nest lives in my hair
bees swarm my halo, covering it with a sweet honey glaze
My eyes are glass allusions
Each breath I take awakens light and calls the demons
My teeth are sensitive grains of sand
My mind is an experiment
I am a freedom rider
I am a ripple
I am a riot, a mob, a panic
I swing up, I swing down;yet, somehow I remain on the ground
I am an angel to some and a demon to others
I am dysfunctional glue
"Who are you?", says the mouse to the thin air
For a voice speaks, but no one is there
A whisper replies, "I am the teenage spirit." # YOWO ( You Only Write Once scholarship slam)


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