I am unashamed of my opinions
of my beliefs, my feelings, and choices
but I can't help but stop and stare
when the little boys
playing men
shout out with their big loud voices
and tilt their shoulders back
their shadows
bold caricatures sprawled on the sidewalk
in the mid-day light
and they yell so as to sound scary
and they snarl
baring their teeth
little puppies pretending to be full-grown dogs
it's intriguing and a little amusing
though if I listen I know it will upset me
and they try to harass you
and they try to get through
but their words are just a jumbled mess
of anger and hatred and sexual frustration
that they can't place anywhere else
so they guess they'll place it on you
tell me what you think. honestly.
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a jumbled mess... on the streets, in the world, everyday. i don't know anymore if it's societies problem, or the lack of a fundamental principal of common decency being taught by parents/ adult example, but i see it every day, and have seen it every day since i was way too little. violence as reaction, and lack of consideration of others, in words and in actions. i find myself unable to amount an understanding for it. I try my hardest to sympathize, to put myself there, but i just don't get it. and i fear every day becoming exactly that... only as i feel it is what is expected of m. boys will be boys...
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So I was actually going to make this poem longer and make it mean something completely different but I like your interpretation of it the way it is so much that I think I'm going to leave it. Thank you.
Also, it's amazing how much the expectations of others influence the way we hear, interpret, speak, think, and act. Absolutely amazing. And terrifying at the same time.
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I like the beginning and i love the end but they seem a little unrelated like two seperate poems but i may be just missing something here. I think the last three lines are absolutely brilliant. I think it has lots of potential but might need a bit of editing around the middle area.
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