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Move me.
If you want to make a difference,
Make me feel something.
I'm young and strong-minded.
My opinions are made
And not easily changed.

You need to dig deeper,
Stir up the dust in the room of my soul
That most people forget exists in
a teenager.
I may be young,
But I am not a child.
I am not naive.

Try to tell me I don't know what beauty is;
But these eyes have seen a thousand
sunsets,
Have watched something come
from nothing
In the blooms of spring.

Try to tell me that I don't know what
pain is.
I have seen lives begin and end,
Hearts shattered by broken promises,
And spent sleepless nights waiting
for dawn.

Try to tell me that I have not lived enough to find wisdom.
I tell you, to be alive, that is power.
To have blood surging through you, that
is strength.
To have a heart that beats, even when
broken, that is courage.
And to have eyes to see and ears to hear, that is wisdom
If they're open.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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LifeIsPoetry said...
Oct. 30, 2011 at 5:42 pm
Beautiful, emotionally charged, and empowering! This is very relatable to any teenager. Great job!
 
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