There is a poet in North Carolina, His name is Javan.
Maybe you want to review this next piece from 1984:
I'm not very good
At this game called Life
For I've not learned to see children crying
Without feeling pain
For I've not learned to watch animals destroyed
Without wondering why
For I've not yet met a king or celebrity
That I would bow down to
Or a man so insignificant
That I would use for a stepping stone
For I've no learned to be a "yes man"
To narrow minded bosses
Who quote rules without reason
And I've not learned to manipulate
The feelings of others
To be used for my own advantages
Then cast aside as I see fit
No, I'm not very good
At this game called live
And if everything goes well
Maybe I never will be
Javan