My life
i feel like a seventy year old in a 15 year old's body
i feel so old
and i know all these life quotes n crap...
thats all i think about
...anymore
i used to laugh genuinly
when i was innocent
and i used to just lay on my Mothers chest and hug her and love her so passionately
although i wasnt perfect
i still smiled
i thought about ****...and fun ****
like i was lit
that was the life
wake up
brush your teeth with this singing tooth brush
go eat spiderman pancakes
then play with your dolly
and do that all day
wow life huh
....but what was this poem even about
...like
got so lost in the good old days

I always assume
that kids know how to be kids.
I'm sure we weren't taught the skills, were we?
No-one pointed to a tree and said,
"See that?  Climb it."
And if Craig or Chris or Jamie pointed a finger
and said, "Bang!",
no referee had to discreetly whisper
"You're supposed to fall down now."

But something as natural as breathing
is falling by the wayside.
These small humans aren't kids -
not like we were.
Company is a chore for them,
screen-seeking solipsists,
and I worry for their future, constantly.

If my six-year-old self
were to appear amongst them
he would stand, baffled,
full of useless power
Like Spiderman
on the Norfolk Broads.

The sun won't come out tomorrow
bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow...
there'll be guns

Look into my eyes and you shall see
The innocence and solitude in me
I am all alone in this massive ball
No one to pick me when I fall

Touch my body and feel
The absence of countless meals
I have dug into several bins
To find a morsel from trashed tins

I have slept on cold hard grounds
A better place, still not found
I was soaked by the pouring rains
And disturbed by noisy trains

I have played with broken dolls
Drawn with charcoal on overfilled walls
I have prayed to all the gods I know
Their love makes my soul glow

I am a child too
Don’t deprive me of you
Cuddle me in your arms
A little crave for love means no harm

I know I am an orphan
And might not even get buried in a coffin
But don’t shoo me away so recklessly
Where is your humanity?

Don’t throw that money and walk away
Please hear me out or for a while just stay
If you know of an orphanage, take me there
I no longer want to live in despair.

-Zainab Attari

Children running,
through the streets.
Taking cover,
under rubble,
and the deceased.

Children cry,
and they scream.
Their parents dead,
planes overhead,
drop bombs on the city.

They have no hope,
they don't believe.
They are war torn,
and they mourn,
over the dead bodies.

Regretless bullets,
fly across the battlefield.
House destroyed,
parents dead.
Sorry children,
this is real.

The children of war,
they are no more.
The children of war.

They're homeless,
they're starving,
they're tired,
they're scared.
Bullets fill the air,
they can go nowhere.

The children,
they're crying,
bullets flying,
through the air.
And nobody cares.

Nobody cares...

War torn,
civilians mourn,
over dead childrens bodies.
The children of war,
they are no more.

WE ARE THE KIDS YOUR PARENTS WARNED YOU ABOUT. THE ONES WITH THE DEAD EYES AND THE SHATTERED SOULS. WE HAVE OUR MUSIC AND NOTHING ELSE. WE ARE THE GHOSTS THAT HAUNT YOUR DREAMS AND THE DEMONS LIVING IN YOUR HEAD.

every sad teen
with dead eyes
who hates their parents
and thinks the world is ****

was once a happy kid
with bright eyes
who believed their parents were heroes
and that anything was possible

We are the kids
Our parents warned us about
With scarred limbs
And dead eyes
With fragile lives
Shattered dreams
And smoke in our lungs
My parents warned be about kids like I
The ones who see, feel, and live
Life on the streets
Pain in hearts
Needles in arms
Sure, bad choices are made
But will your parents
Warn you
About me?