We often come home every day to an empty house.
We stay up late into the night while you sleep peacefully.
We have colorful hair and shredded jeans.
We wear half shirts that expose our belly ring.
We have tattoos.
We always wear jackets to cover up the marks.
We are the ones that you avoid eye contact with.
We think we can take care of ourselves.
We do stupid things as a secret cry for your help.
We desperately want your attention.
We need guidance but are too stubborn to take it.
We have impatient tempers waiting for the right person to blow up on.
We get busted for smoking right after you ground out your cigarette.
We get punished for drinking at parties, yet you hand us alcohol for special occasions.
We get yelled at for cursing when you curse more that we do.
We are called immature, but you won’t let us grow up and experience the world.
We spread rumors because this is what you show us.
We drive recklessly and get people killed.
We are stupid enough to play with guns.
We act fake to you and think you buy it.
We are quiet thinking on what we will do to those who have wronged us.
We have resentment bubbling up inside if us.
We itch for violence.
We know right from wrong.
America, We are your future.
Our childhood ends when we first see a rain puddle as an obstacle to over come, not an opportunity to play and splash freely.