The last part is the Best.
Running through grass
hopping through sprinklers naked.
sledding and running into trees and getting bruises
they are gone.
norms, trends and boy and girlfriends.
I am not inspired to write anything
Why should I?
You look funny at the poem and say
"He isn't being profound I will not give him the courtesy of
finishing reading the poem."
Letters and images all mean too much
I am judged by the poetry I write.
But perhaps I should be judged for what I get published.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.