Dying Generation(I will raise my hands)A Poem by SbchristieI will raise my hands. Into the sky against the wars. I will raise my hands. Into the sky in hope for peace. I will raise my hands. I will raise my hands.
I was born into the arms. Of a teenage mother. Grew up in the presence of my Fathers shadow. My life isn’t perfect, but I am still here. With my hands in the air.
I live in a time where it’s Normal to not feel good enough. I exist in a time where I’ll never feel truly beautiful, but I am still here. With my hands in the air.
The end of the world, is always happening tomorrow. Still we’re told to live for today. Tell her how you feel. Kiss him before it is too late. and remind those ancient minds that ignore you that we are still here. With our hands in the air.
We are the voice of a dying generation. consumed by wars. Fighting for Peace that we know will never come completely. We are the voice of a dying generation. We are not completely gone. There’s still time to come back to life. Keep your hands in the air. Keep screaming. Keep your hands in the air. Let them know that we are still here. © 2011 SbchristieAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on April 8, 2011 Last Updated on April 9, 2011 AuthorSbchristieAboutHello! I like to keep my life pretty private. So I prefer to go by the pen name SB Christie. I'm 22 years old and I come from Western New York where I do Martial Arts, Photography and write at leas.. more..Writing
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