Stereo hypocrisyA Poem by Ama May CooperI find it infuriating and insulting that an adult deems all younger to be of some negative or some amazingly positive creation, failing to see that all humans have flaws, and all are not like one.
So im baby
an infant
my eyes dont fully focus i yell and scream attention pleading my feet dont touch the ground smothered , carried arm to arm cooed , doused in affection the cute commander of a family flock squidy round the edges gentle loving deemed selfless learning colors stretching smiles a beauty to a mother So im a toddler getting louder running back and forth eyes on me all hours my fingers crawl explore destroy my voice demands the power obnoxious, funny still quite cute a little terror on the loose my feet now move one past the other walking , running, tripping tearful moments screaming fits shaping out a person So im child a terror an individual a brimming spirit touching all exploring the world my mouth is open spewing words constantly learning from ABC's to 123's a genius in my belief im never wrong im always right stubborn and standing upright developing ever so fast So im a teenager a youth one who owns small knowledge who shouts complains and runs around who disregards offends and insults with little care for all around My knuckles burst with human blood load nights and disobidence alchol drugs bodily abuse a nuisance a menance to society a problem with no solution and then it all changes it all becomes acceptable we become adults the stereo-types fade away now that where at that age where they would have to say Adults.. but they wouldn't would they of course not cause they they after all are adults the flawless human kind who do no wrong and so wrongly judge all below there eye-line Im a teenager I am not a criminal © 2010 Ama May Cooper |
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Added on June 13, 2010Last Updated on June 13, 2010 AuthorAma May CooperLondon, south west, United KingdomAboutName: Ama may cooper Current age(when joined):16 Sex: female Age now: 27 I am merely a being, treading softly on these foreign lands. I am no great individual, no wise king or beautiful temptres.. more..Writing
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