I heard my brother say
Have you ever heard of Hemingway

I said sure

I asked my brother
Have you heard the poets of today

But he said their style is different

It's not the same

Have you heard their hearts sitting at home not getting paid
They don't have a stage

Socially or great

And I don't mind old names
But have you seen the poets of today
Painting murals
Of yesterday

Have you heard
Or are you afraid of change

Hear the pain
No comma or apostrophe can explain
Some of the heart break we face
Little kid dude
Molding words like clay

In our era
In our error

We will change the way
Poetry is displayed

And sayed

WE ARE THE POETS OF TODAY

We evolve with every page

Raw poetry you diiigggg!!!
 
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