The Kid With The Greatest Poem... Poem by Kong Vang

Walking into a school of scholars...
A child ask me...
How do my poem reach proficient...

I answer...
Many years of trust...
Many years of writing...

He gives me his poem...
It goes like this...

I see green grass...
I see brown dirt...
I see blue sky...
Still, my poem is not as great as kong's poem...

My heart weeps...
I then say...
Poetry is messy...
Poetry makes someone feel the emotion you feel...

Facing the kid...
I knew...
I read the best poem...
That punched my heart into solid hell...

About to leave...
I shed words to the kid...
'Kiddo your poem touched me...'