"Through the Eyes of Teens"

Our generation, modest and beautiful.

Our views, opinionated and political.

Kids of the future, will be inhertited by parents of the present.

The journey in which each minority faces, can easily collapse into itself.

Apathy, ignorance, and hate taint our growing minds.

We achieve all that we can, yet succeed in all that we couldn't.

We attend schools to learn, and we leave educated.

We grow to get employed, and leave paid for good work.

We view the world as an inconstant ride,

One in which there never seems to be a stop to.

We turn and turn, hit the highpoints, then fall.

We use what we have to view the world:

News,

Technology,

Schools,

and experiences.

We all have a breakdown in which we'll rise from.

Although young, we ourselves hold answers.

Answers that past generations have never seen before.

We're kids. Minors. Young Adults. Teens. People.

We see, breathe, touch, smell, and feel.

You torture us, we're tainted.

You educate us, we learn.

You tell us, we listen.

You show us, we see.

And with that, we understand.

We'll grow up, and become adults.

Have responsibility, and choices.

We'll make sacrifices, and we'll gain more in return.

We are people. Delinquents. Minorities. Geeks. Losers. Labels. Jocks.

We're all that puts us in a place.

A place that further leads us into our journeys.

Our journeys which end to fascinating destinations.

And when our generation ends, we'll become old.

We'll teach our next generation what we learned.

And from it, they'll learn too.

We can only hope that we struggle in this world to make it.

Achieve. Live. Prosper.

But mostly, learn.

We will all be here.

Waiting for more teens to listen.

To start a revoulution.

To show others.

To lead them to self discovery.

So that all of us can see the world for what it truly is.

Beautiful and miraculous.







"Heavenly Pimp"

I went down on a priest in the confessional,

And he told me that I would be saved.

Next thing I knew, I'm free of sin.

And I kiss the messiah's feet.

Oh boy, he died on a cross, and I remember how you were born.

I was in the orgy with Joseph and Mary,

Making all the world's beliefs entwine.

I came first, then Joseph came next,

But I knew her baby'd be mine.

So she posed as a saint,

So no one's to blame,

And that's when I made her lick mine.

It was then on that silent night, that you my son was born.

In that little town of Bethlehem, the three wise men turned and said,

"Whoever fucked her is a fine ass pimp."

And after, the men had a hand-job party,

And I knew that this world would be sick.

Later when you grew, your balls barely dropped,

Told the Romans who you were.

And after, you were nailed on a cross,

And on the third day, your spirit flew.

And after days in Jerusalem, I heard the girls say,

"Jesus loved it when I blew him."

That was then that I gang-banged Mary and Joseph, and said,

"Damn, our son was a pimp."