Gangster boy we followed different tracks but really, I just fell through the cracks of this system we can’t seem to beat I see through that bandana a bottle in one hand mace in the other stepping out of sync like you don’t belong and it’s true, this reserve was never meant for you and me our generation was never supposed to be according to policies to keep this land so glorious and free you can relax with me while our moms are somewhere getting high convince each other our dads are just busy guys we’ll cry because we don’t know what to do but we’ll figure it out gangster boy, let me love you. -Autumn McDonald
this poem puts a lump in my throat it is so real and sad. keep up the good work Autumn, i hope to see more of these.