Am i a good poet?? Im 12 years old and this is one of the first poems ive ever written.?

Esme

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Here it is (not the whole thing):

The train tracks ride through the blue moon rising
and the boys drink packaged liquor outside the brokendown store
Fighting in the moonlight while the black cat passes
and the old lady watches through her window snarling at the boozy war
Theres not much you can do with the heat beating down on your face
Stuck in the mud and the blood and the whiskey waste
theres tears in the backroom as the sherrifs a cryin
whos taken his lady from his place?

(this is not about me, its a fight i saw on nelson st)
 
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