I Want to Hear a Real Poem

I want to hear a real poem.
Not some organized collection of words
Where women are confident
Or tragically lacking in self-esteem.
No stanzas
Where men are either superheros
Or pigs.
Not a single line
About how teachers inspire with one lesson
Or fail.

I want to hear a real poem,
Where people don't live or die on the street,
Just merely survive,
Day to day.
Where schoolgirls fail
And succeed
In the same breath.
I don't want to hear
About beauty on the inside
Or beauty on the outside.
I want a poem that will make me feel
Ordinary.

I want to hear a real poem.
One that matches reality,
Where people tell truths
And lies
At the same time.
Where things aren't black and white
But maddening shades of
Grey.
Where there isn't hope,
But there is.

I want to hear a real poem.
I don't think I can write it.
But look out your window.
I have a feeling
That poem's being written right
Now.