Let's Workshop It

How lame is it to say, "Those that can't do, teach"? More like those that can, do, and will of course teach. Teaching is sharing the knowledge you already possess with others. I’m the biggest fan of always taking the opportunity to pass knowledge I have, but also taking opportunities to gain new knowledge. We are always learners in this here life. So here is a poem that I did during my workshop. I am open to any feedback you have or just thoughts. (No pressure) *bites lips* Now I have to make sure this poem is halfway decent.

Kids Being Kids
Fire hydrants spraying
Roller-blading
Arm wrestling
In shorts and white T’s
Chasing ice cream trucks
And neighborhood cats
Hopscotching on cracked sidewalks
With grass coming out
Hand games and water guns
Hot pickles in sandwich bags
We friendship bracelets
We rolling hills
We first bikes and rollerblades
We double bubble and winterfresh
We sunflower seed spit
We fist fights and play fights
And get off my block
My turf
My neighborhood
With all your newness
We block party
We out till the streetlights turn on
We notice how many of us
Don’t make it to tomorrow
But today we holding on
Sneaking cigarette butts to pass
That we will crush
Cuz’ it don’t fit
Like the death we wait for