Kids These Days

I realized something the other day;

we have become the kids our mothers used to warn us about.
We sit in our darkened bedrooms, trying to drink ourselves onto oblivion.
We scar our own skin with razor blades and lighters.
We play chicken with trains in the wee hours of the morning.
We crawl out the window at 2:30 A.M. to deliver a much needed carton of Ben&Jerry's to a heartbroken friend.
We have our stories carved into our thighs and wrists.
We will stop at nothing to do what we think is right.
We get angry at our society and government and we make our voices heard.
And we realize that the tradition needs to be broken,

because 

it

isn't 

working

any

more.

Reviews

[The Nude Writer]

What isn't working anymore? I love the topic and execution. Wonderful idea :)

[Laura Lynn]

I love the change of line breaks in the last lines, the tonal shift is carried across. The funny thing is that we only realize over again that tradition isn't working anymore as the generation before us found which becomes a sort of tradition. Other funny thing is some of the specificity of it, I didn't want to be like my mother, then I did, then I didn't, then I didn't realize in which ways I would cherish or treasure such ways of being and personality and such, etc. It's weirdly wild how our feelings or values change from day to day: one day we feel that folding clothes is a sin, another day we feel that we've never loved doing laundry like the day, just thankful that we have good soap and hot water.