young blood, coursing though
innocent, soft red, pure
easily corrupted, changed
life always takes its toll
a push, a pull, forces
nailing our feet to the ground
heaping desires on the tender shoulders of youths
expectations, algorithms to determine
what we like, who we are, what we want
how we live
sickness is defined by freedom
freedom of thought makes us mentally ill
medicated, studied
our cries are silenced
our blood runs thick and dark
the innocence bled out
and so we self destruct-
we inflict pain on ourselves
cuts on our skin
marks showing the hell we're in
we grow up before our time,
jaded, unacknowledged, pained
seeking solace in self destruction
we remain alone
don't be different, don't dare
we claim equality, but are still persecuted
for our genders, for whom we love
deemed "too young" to know, we are "confused"
we've tasted our own blood from being struck
cried ourselves to sleep because of harsh words
and so we self destruct-
we've lost our innocence, it was taken
by a world where being honest about yourself
loving yourself, is treason
our youth, my generation, is destroyed
our youth, given over to degradation
told to grow up - they say they care
yet when you bring home the person you love
you are gone; your family closes the door
the locks are changed
and so we self destruct-
we don't have what we need
in a world that says we are equal
we are less than nothing
i fear for our children.
(c) 2014
Monday, May 12, 2014
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