When you are lost within yourself
Open your mind and dust a shelf
Study your thoughts and be surprised to find
The beauty in the garden of your mind

Breathe in the fresh air around the trees
Intake what is real and set yourself free
Curl your toes into the sun heated sand
If seeing is believing, then feeling is grand

Allow your eyes to see clear and keen
An open mind sees beyond what is seen
To think that you are alone in your mind
Is to face one way, with the whole world behind

A flame waves fiercely when the wind blows
Yet when the wind comes, the flame never knows
A worthy friend is made in unexpected fashion
Ignite a relationship fill it with passion

Feel the sun's rays and warm embrace
Keep what matters most through all that you face
When you are feeling darkness's wrath
A flicker of hope will light your path

I won't beg or borrow, but I'll barter
I'm the child of a deadbeat father
Made my early years hard and that hot seat hotter
Everything between just built my strength and
Made me smarter

All I need is these words to fall into the right hands, then ill be a made man
Cause when I push, I push harder than the pressure of water,
against a **** dam
When I fall I get back up and stand without the help of a helping hand
I won't wear their brand or be governed so **** uncle Sam

These lames wanna try and put the blame on my name and make me feel the shame for the blood stains,
On the mattress that lie between their bed frame
So I pack another duffel bag, hit the road and I'm rollin' stag
til' I build up the strength to take another stab and take back what I once had

The voice in my head has a voice of it's own and makes choices on it's own
I try to reach it, but It wont pick up the **** phone
This world can be a lonely home
I found my clone, he's stuck in another time zone
maybe I'll write him, when I write another poem

-J.A.M

we are the generation of young poets
our teenage minds all intertwined
and reaching out in dark ink on light paper
behind a name i don't call mine

we are the generation of young poets
who paint with knives and blades
and write our tears away

we are the generation of young poets
scared behind a screen
typing "i dont know what's happening to me"

we are the generation of young poets
unlike one ever before
we are the generation of young poets
and hopefully, we'll make it
and we'll be back for more