Tough Generation

“They’re just not a tough generation.”

Wow.

What an ignorant fucking statement.

Then why is it generational?
The cycles and the trauma?
Guess your hands were tied?

Was it a box?
Were you Pandora?

Do you expect us to accept this,
As if it were some present?
Critical thought is free,
But then so is ill-intention.

You’ve got to be joking.
What did you think would happen?
Did you want us to be grateful,
For this inherited fucking poison?

Not a tough generation?

Please.

What baseless criticism.




You were complicit,
In this system,
We’re not,
And that’s the difference.

Bystanders to our destruction?
Don’t be pissed at our reaction.
Stop villainizing victimization,
When it’s awareness of the situation.

To put it simply,
Don’t make a martyr of my generation.

It’s a marginally big percentage,
Of us who refuse that fate,
That damned complacence.

Despite you,
And your best excuses.
We somehow managed,
To craft hope from our abuses.

Roadmaps to change,
From our shared bruises.

Friendship bracelets,
Even,
From planted nooses.

We persevered.
We used all of that frustration.
We’re on the forefront of change,
Creating a summation.

That’s why I use my pen,
My voice,
Because I know my station.

We’ve got a lot of fight in us.

Signed,
A tough fucking generation.