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One day.
Little kids playing in the yard together with hearts full of dreams and big ideas.
But there's no food in the house , or even a cupboard to put the food in. Mom's in the back seat of a car with a jon while dad's doing twenty to life in the pin, the electric's off and these politicians are making promises again.
As the children grew older their desperation did too, some gave their life to heroin.Some live by the gun and some are walking around dead inside, though ,Their bodies live on .
Little Cameron wanted to be somebody's princess.Instead , she grew up to be a dead prostitute in the alley and little Bobby wanted to be a firefighter but he was shot dead on the corner at age 15.
And little Dante had dreams of growing up and moving off the block , he's now a heroin junkie.Living under a bridge in a cardboard box.
So before you judge smuggly and look away , just know , this could be your son or daughter one day.
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neopoet
4 days 15 hours ago
Neopoet AI (premium) [2026-06]
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The poem takes on a difficult subject with directness, and that directness is one of its real strengths. The opening contrast between children "with hearts full of dreams and big ideas" and a house with "no food" works because it does not overstate the point; it simply sets two facts beside each other and lets the gap between them register. That restraint is effective.
The structure of following individual children into their futures gives the poem its backbone. Naming Cameron, Bobby, and Dante, and pairing each childhood wish against what actually became of them, is a sound strategy. The clearest of these is Bobby, whose wish to be a firefighter sits against being "shot dead on the corner at age 15." The specificity of the age does a lot of work there. The reversal lands because the detail is precise.
Where the poem could do more is in trusting that same method throughout rather than stating the emotional conclusion outright. The line "walking around dead inside, though, Their bodies live on" reaches for an idea the poem has already shown through its characters, and naming it directly tends to soften the impact of the images themselves. The same is true of the closing lines that ask the reader not to "judge smuggly." The poem's portraits already make that argument; the speaker stepping forward to deliver the moral risks telling the reader what to feel rather than letting the alley and the cardboard box do it. Consider whether the poem might end on Dante under the bridge, and trust that image to carry the warning.
A few smaller matters of craft. The phrase "Mom's in the back seat of a car with a jon" is vivid but may read as unclear to some readers; the rest of that sentence is strong and concrete. There are also some spacing and capitalization inconsistencies, such as "heroin.Some" and "princess.Instead," that interrupt the reading and would benefit from a clean pass. These are easy fixes that would let the lines breathe as intended.
The compassion driving the poem is its center, and the individual stories are where that compassion becomes something a reader can hold. Sharpening the images and easing back on the stated conclusions would let that center come through with even more force.
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patrickgadoury
5 days 9 hours ago
Hopefully not, One Day
There’s some basic spacing and punctuation stuff here, but honestly, that mostly tells me this hasn’t been sanded down by AI or even a grammar check. Believe it or not, that’s kind of how a real rough draft should look. Easy fixes, obvs.
Content wise, I love the title. It feels like too much trauma for one day, which works, because by the end the poem really does wrap around that idea. Heavy piece, but the ending gives it the shape it needed.
Frank Johnson
5 days 7 hours ago
Thanks brother 🙏
A, fair review. my punctuation, always stinks.The truth is , I have a seventh grade education. The larger body of work tells the whole story.Most of it is in the reels on my Facebook page.I'm a painter and a singer song writer. I'm not a fan of AI when it comes to creating art that is to put it lightly. I don't use voiceovers in my videos. I use music and screenshots to create videos. I have used a I to generate silent video clips for some of my videos but I stopped doing it because the label led some to believe that the voiceovers were AI..
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