Don’t write flowery descriptions
Of the sun,
The moon,
Or the stars.
Show me that you still look down at your feet
And see what goes on
Around you.
Give me a poem about the people,
The people of the world,
Not just those
You deem worthy
Of a feature.
Give me a poem that talks of reality,
Not of high school sophomore frivolity
One that speaks with maturity and substance
And Not of Puppy Love
And Crushes.
Give Me Poetry,
Good Poetry,
Just

Poetry.