Respect, The word that rattles back and forth, like the sway of the train as it rolls rollin' down the track.
Two speak like chattering mice, one or two, three and more.
Fire in the ears as the Innocent run screaming.
Youth resounds as the young ling walk, and talk, like the world is all but a dream;
What's up y'all, Respect y'all,
Who, Is the day of the midnight sun finding each fleeting star, with each sound of the bell,
Ding; ding; Ding;
One so young thinking she is all that, carrying life like a stalk flying so high.
When, Is the heart that beats, thumping from generation to generation.
Where, Is the end...
Baby Girl I'm Out!
Back Story
While on the Trax train going to work I sat at the back of the train car when two young girls between the ages 13 - 15 sat across from me. These two girls were swearing every other word. Parts of their conversation was about wanting respect from their peirs and not get it. Also about some of their friends not hanging out with them due to one them becoming pregnet. The last word that one of the girls said to the other as they were going their seperate ways was, "Baby girl I am out!"
Because of this coversation I wrote this poem.
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