This Is The World

This Is The World

A Poem by Kaia

You call us angry and misguided

A youth that has lost all hope

Of becoming the perfectly poised machines you have created us to be


Yet you’re the one who finds yourself angry

At all the long-held traditions that we broke


We do not care for your social justices

We do not care for your idea of gender roles

We do not care for your ideal mindset


We are the youth that has been poisoned

We’ve been poisoned by the truth

The truth that you do not get to dictate our future;

A future that you will not be around to witness


The riots on the streets,

Aren’t for celebrity trails, not anymore

The riots on the streets

Are us fighting for the rights that you think we are belong


Just because we are not of the same age as you,

Does not mean that we not have the experience you have;

We see injustice every day, all day


The black man sitting a few seats next to you?
He smiles - you scowl

We do not miss it


The pregnant teenager standing on the subway, looking like she’s been crying?
You think, “that’s what you get from being a w***e”

We think, “I wonder who wronged you.”


The muslim woman sitting by herself, looking down and praying to her Allah that no one will harass her,

Makes you think that this is just another form of Islam oppressing their people

But we know

This is a woman who will fight for her beliefs,

In something as simple as wearing a hijab


These are not the only examples,

These are not the only occurrences;

Did you believe that we were going to miss it?
Just like the blind man you made of had?

The anger in our eyes,

That you deem as ‘unacceptable’ to have in the young girls,

Is made harsher by every judgement you make,

Every snide look or passing comment made for the sole purpose of putting others down


You call us misguided,

Because we strayed from your path of torment and pain

And instead found a pathway whose destination

Was equality it and justice


It was a world where the court system was fair

And their was no bias between a mother and father in court

Nor was their any discrimination between a case between a man of color and a white man


A world where there was no limits,

Transgenders were accepted

Homosexuals were by no means rejected

Non-binary didn’t mean ‘confused’

Genderfluid did not mean ‘a joke’


This is the world we will fight for with our last breath;

Tell me,

What will you do for a world that you tried so hard to keep the same?


© 2018 Kaia


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