Home Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

Teen, seen acts of love, from above a just born, alone any mate a dove, no aid endures: rushing for: buy at a store item.

Kid secure one arm, it's held, shield lad of life's pains; laid harm stop its dangers: at alarm of out it given to her a threat.

Life to strive in this God aims holiness, come up the rising dawn will son survive; trust in morals to live: aids our nation.

Kid trip as an early teen in popular Holy spaces, seats in churches seen two faces, run in paces it to legal law buildings.

Kid lied a false tale that was spoken out mouth, blow punch stop a man hit to harm him: below sixteen he's now a man.

Years near in future her position, tiny room, a life hid in silence, liken a child; a new situation story: lives in condition.

Her privacy vacant, hit by an unknown wit, near a window curls, at both eyes look; punish soul a pit as home: cry a baby.

Dear son a thought this cold word, not to care, awaits a God's rule Ray; got judgement to bare: flare up not saw by law.