No Critical Understanding.

Poem By Mary X

the words.

the kids of the street
or the street of the kids
go into an enternal
they bounce of one another
and need each other to survive a
brief life

of drunk antics and drug-filled
even though I speak
on behalf,
they still try
to take

my money.

Comments about No Critical Understanding.

This is outstanding. How the hell do you write so much, so well in such a short time-span. A beautiful flow from the opening to closing. The narrative is sharp and bounces around so well, yet the reader remains attentative (there is a typo in 'Bounces of')

2,8 out of 5
6 total ratings

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