I've finally realized I've let this world Only let me Fail me See, what can the world do For me? That I can't do for myself? Not mommy nor daddy will be there after Seventeen Throw me into a government Where they expect me to only wear white shirts and jeans If not, they'll throw me in a statistic With a skirt short enough to show my butt And on a street corner either waitin for welfare or child support In a County that will give me Only an education of what they suspect me to be I've learned that only two hands are for me With only two knees that will lean And two more hands that cup me from up above Show me my only true love. --Seventeen (Title of poem) [In most pictures with Jesus, you see him holding and cupping his hands, and basically the last four lines are saying how I'm praying for the world and government, as well as for myself and that God is receiving me with his cupped hands like in pictures.] So yeah. The End. Comments?