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Youngblood
Folder:
Invisible Poetry .
Why are you time ripping
angry, youngblood? I know
where you are, you are where
I have already been. Shouted points
are not righter, just louder.
.
Emitting the emoted comes
at the hearer hard, raw.
In our ears you hear
your mouth make what
screams from your mind,
youngblood.
.
Take it down a few decibles.
Give the world space enough
to heed the voices of a distant
galaxy. It is called a shout
out not a shout down,
youngblood.
.
Lady A
.
