Here is my poem. Why don't you see if you can perform it?
knife crime is no joke
its not like someone having a smoke
Its serious and true
its mostly gangs and crews
a poor boy going to help
probaly cried and whelped
even having a knife to protect
could kill and dissect
holding a knife to some one isnt fun
you will regret it in the long run
37 dead in a year
there parents shed alot of tears
there furture took in a blink
are cuffs the new bling ?
kids the same age as your younger brother
are getting there graves made by another
does it make you feel brave
because inside you feel hate?
I really wanted to use rhetorical questions to make the reader think about this issue. I hope that it worked!
What do you think of my poem? Do you have any questions for me? Please post them below!