From Youth to Youth(Edit 1)

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I stood there like a boy,
in reality I am,
standing at the edge of a murky ditch
debating whether to jump  - L2, L4, L5, L6 are a little bit disconnected because of the flash forward / reminiscing.  I think it is a little bit distracting possibly introducing the reminiscing before would make it flow easier for the reader.
I hesitantly sit

on a blood stained bench - it's doesn't become clear in the poem why the bench is blood stained.
I fondly reminisce
how I played in that ditch
shamelessly muddy,
my mother would scream how I make her worry
she'd say "son! The ditch is for dirt and ditch-diggers,"
I'd say "but mom there's tadpoles,"
No matter what she said
I wouldn't listen.

I played in that ditch all my life,
we'd move I'd find a new one
with little tadpoles that never grow.

I grew up into a tadpole
squirming in the ditch
with fellow tadpoles,
they'd say "wassup dog,
you bang?" I met a tadpole:
Panda Locs East Side Fresno
was his full name.

30 days in the ditch passes quick for a tadpole,
they tell me be a frog and ribbet,
eat a fly or something, anything,
but I'm a tadpole
I just wanna squiggle 
in the ditch 
with my fellow young tadpoles. - I like this stanza because it tells me something about staying true to self and young even in the face of age and change and is consistent with the message I get from the poem.

Thanks for sharing your poem.  I'm a newbie at reviewing other people's poetry so please use / discard anything I have mentioned as you see fit.