A Poem for the "Weak"

I recap the feeling of the world around me, my generation, through my personal experience and vast imagery to connect the dots of my self expression.

A poem for the "weak"

 

We haven't changed

our pants since

the "oil spill"

back when college was

a "cheap" thrill...

 

Back when I drank

bottles upon bottles

and thought they melted

all of my sorrows

but those bottles

killed birds and fish...

those bottles were

nothing but selfish...

 

 

This generation has

stopped believing and

started living like

turtles coming out of

their shells only we

can't stop building them

and making dreams

happen out of paper

that we were told

moved mountains...

 

Tell me, who

believes that nonsense?

when in this generation

we've been broken

confused and bent

to  shape an

ambience of love

through someone else's

point of view?...

unidentifiable love that

we cling to through

iphones and i pads

and maxi pads for comfort

 

This generation

does not know the future

but knows the hurt

of the past, and this

generation won't last

until the very last

outcast has spoken

and our thoughts collide

and we're all choking

on our next choices...

 

Twenty somethings

being greeted by

autobot nannies in

their white walled chambers.

Chanting teacher puppets

scream on tv screens

while the parents

are nowhere to be found and

never cooking dinner -

so we held the microwave

at night like magic freedom

and we talked to the dollar

 

it spoke for us

 

and we left cell phone messages

for deliveries...

 

When boy friends came

we couldn't speak

and they bought us

lingerie when

we were bad

just so we wouldn't

be good

we never learned in school

we never loved ourselves

because love was like

chasing a dream we settled

in those small towns

we sold drugs but we really

didn't do anything

we were too tired

and always running...

 

Dirty unkempt fingernails

angry livers, kidneys and lungs

beady eyes and yellow scars

poisonous points of view

and no thoughtful meditation

if you ask your iPhone

because in this generation

who else do you have to hold?

Besides someone else’s

pointless Facebook validation?

 

Hopefully my rent is paid.

Hopefully I live to

See another day

In this generation.