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Jean Sullivan Dec 2014
These walls are my prison,
Thoughtfully provided and carelessly ruled,
I remind myself I could leave anytime,
But my shackles make far too much noise,
I go unnoticed until I'm gone,
Life in a house,
Not a home,
Never a home.
This is about my switching between homes after my mother had kicked me out. I hope that provides a little insight as to what I was thinking when I wrote this.
Jean Sullivan Dec 2014
We are a generation of ironies cold cases and piracies, delinquents on the rise you see, birth rates decline. With every race, every rhyme, every language, every crime, mellenials own this time, don't shy away  from the front lines. We just got bored not lazy. When there is little to fight for because nothin can change. Our mothers and fathers tell us we can do anything but anything is not an option. Don't blame us for your wrong doings, we inherited a world of misery, we didn't start this non literary, lack of knowledge any, ignorance is plenty, and foreclosed, laid off, pay gaped, don't cross, isised, fight this, win it, write it, lose it, lose it, we'll never lose it. Everything you do is based off of what you think you must do.
Now look, see these people, beautiful in discovery, under cover, found their lover, read another, see the color. We care little about race, gender, ****** orientation, where from, where too, we only learn to hate that. Mellenials most try to fix the patriarchal system, fill the pay gap, feed the ones that, don't have much and, find a way to repay the debt, so all our children, will not have too.
Call us lazy, stupid, ignorant, because it's just as true for everyone before us. And anyways, we did learn from those we call mothers and fathers.

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