Teenage Humanity

I see gold in sad poems and light bending in teary eyes.

I see gold in dirty sneakers and scabbed knees.

I see gold in smoke and chapped lips.

I see gold in messy hair and torn jeans.

I see gold in fruit snacks and energy drinks.

I see gold in bruised knuckles and sincere apologies.

I see gold in love letters and sweaty palms.

I see gold in sad smiles and sunshine.

I see gold in sandy clothes and thin tattoos.

I see gold in oversized sweaters and rain.

I see gold in cold tea and warm hugs.

I see gold in fierce glares and long nights.

I see gold in tight pants and water fountains.

I see gold in chunky boots and pierced noses.

I see gold in red grins and street lights.

I see gold in tired eyes and loud laughs.

I see gold in bitter graffiti and hateful opinions.

I see gold in skinny wrists and old blankets.

I see gold in shallow scars and deep memories.

I see gold in burnt-out ideas and horror movies.

I see gold in crappy paintings and crashing waves.

I see gold in arid people and resentful protestors.

I see gold in short skirts and bony fingers.

I see gold in sad music and borrowed hoodies.

I see gold in unlit candles and shaky hands.

I see gold in pale skin and barefoot sprints.

I see gold in hopeful glances and disappointed eyes.

I see gold in teenage humanity and being alive.

Author Notes: Often times teenagers are sad and hopeful and angry and urging. I call it teenage humanity. I think we all have specks of teenage humanity left.

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