We don't write the way adults do. Not in limericks, perfect lines, perfect rhymes. We don't sign our names but let our initials be our recognition. We don't write about all the lovely things. We write with raw emotion. Translating our sorrows into syllables, putting our pain on paper, hardships and hopes of death. The limits of our society we see through fresh eyes that have endured tribulations far too young. perfection isn't our aim so we don't let the rules confine us because our poetry is free. //P.T.