you're absolutely gorgeous!!! this poem's got me tripping!

for a start, the start is perfection

"I’m young.
I still crawl on the fuzz of life’s peaches "

got me thinking timidity, babies crawling, momotaro-the japanese fairy story about the old childless couple finding a little baby in a peach and then

"My mind reaches only a few years of sun and rain
My memory lane is more like a street block
Strolling consciously as far back as 1993
But that’s just me
Can’t say that I’ve felt, first hand, the jazz gland
That once vibrated in John Coltrane’s loins
Nor could I join in brassy parades of renegades
“We Shall Overcome”ing national barricades
Foreign objects include records and A-tracks
Jerri Curls, fly girls, and the use of fanny packs.
The artist formally known as Prince
has never gyrated his twiggy hips on any of my stages"

this is great. its listing what you don't understand, but something in the listing makes me think you'll at least be open to..

"Puberty is a war that wages
Pimples dot my gauges of facial expression
16 years have left only sporadic chicken pock marks
and it’s dreams of the future that spark my words.
I’m un-molded clay, just a couple rings on the tree,
I’m young and un-calloused,
and that’s just me."

keep racking up those notches - i hope i'm able to read more of your words. wonderful
bless