Poetry no longer belongs to you. The time for flowery prose Melodious rhymes and Lovely imagery ended with the first cracks in the sidewalk Of our adolescence. The occasion for poems about rain “pitter pattering” On the rooftops and the first flowers rising In the dawn of spring is over. We do not have any demand for prose on the passage of life And how you feel about it Or desire to read peachy poetry on the brightness you feel Because life is so fantastic Right? We no longer need your poetry. We need our poetry. We need poems ripped from our souls Like the weeds rip through concrete in overgrown City streets everyone forgot about. It’s time for poems we pulled from the burning car By smashing our fists into the forgotten window To our childhood. We need poetry eighteen years in the making Stuffed in the back of the throats of those who desperately need to Throw up the words to keep breathing. The occasion has come for prose harsh like knives To cut open the eyes of those who have chosen to blind themselves In order to forget the dismantled world. Society no longer needs poetry to make everyone Feel better or happier or more peaceful Society needs poetry to create revolutions. It’s time to use words like rocks to move people into action From the couches they stick to clammily as they forget the wreckage outside. It’s time to bloody our knuckles breaking down the walls in The minds of those who have chosen to close themselves off To the truth about what’s going on around them. You believe we are limited by our experience But frankly the limits exist in your inability to accept what we’ve seen. Our experiences range from wars to homelessness, deaths to the falling of our friends Into the waiting arms of drugs and alcoholism, and severe anxiety and depression to hatred. All felt in the stuffy classrooms with the florescent lights meant to blind us from The truth. The world outside is crumbling, and we are no longer blinded By sonnets and prose. We have the poetry. We see the scorched earth. It’s time for you to hear us.