National Poetry Month Challenge. 1 of 1.

Prompt : write a "what got you here" poem.

In army green

tattered bomber

dodging droplets,

hurried movements past

somber commuters

slumber tugging at my

my eye lids,

internal bubbling,

hunger grumbling

while train kept tunneling

toward lethargic adolescents

potent with possibilities.

I hope they'll forgive my tardiness.

Prey.

the spring awakens

the carnal aching...

get taken away

Prey. by KrisDeLaRash

Upon Graduation.

Today,
I wonder what a degree means...

in a world where peace prizes
prove only to be tokens
and hope only sounds good
in campaign slogans
and love is only as fickle as
the Arctic is frozen...
and tsunamis are only as deadly
as the earthquakes that throw them
and the governments are wicked
so people over throw them
but not before the soldiers and tanks
show up to mow them
down, but we get up
cuz we got far to go and
even after four years
there's shit I don't know, fam
and even after 23 years
there's a me, I didn't know I am
so what does a degree mean
when my world is so damned?

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