Let me frame this aimless persuasion to flame me right til the day I’m famous

Ignoramus, who is brainless, will be met with a death that’s painless

while the critics statistics are met with verbal ballistics

that due to rapid linguistics make her go

“that man’s ****”

Undiscovered emanation of a wave

across the nation

will by false-
hoods
deci
mation
prove that
you can’t
best me

Look at me, look at me; I’m your drunk anomaly

Tear apart my message and my rep, but it don’t bother me

From a child you heard the phrase “don’t judge a book” but did ya hear?

People burning books right now, the covers gone, the judge is clear

Look at me, Look at me, I’m the new hypocrisy

Knowledge at your fingertips, but facts, no they don’t bother me

Faced with your derision, inhibition reigns the timid set

Patrons to the patriarchy, patent pending, don’t forget

Look at me, Look at me, I’m so happy to be free

Happiness is fleeting if it’s beating from the powers that be

Drug me up, *** me up, and tie me to the tv screen

give me tasty pleasures to keep me now from feeling mean

Look at me, Look at me, I’m a living entity

how much will you pay me to tell them how it’s all a dream?

Do I have to prove what is already true?

Do I have to prove what is already true?

I don’t have to prove a **** thing to you.

I am the first born millennial grown in the digital garden from transplantation.

The data stream flows along with my bloodlines,

Divided, interspersed, like a lava lamp of my own identification.

A bloodline that once worked the fields, and now works the fields of existence,

A bloodline that made its pilgrimage to new land in order to satiate the body,

has now grown to satiate inquiries within the self.

I reflect upon those occasions where I have been told:

“why do you care about the state of affairs for them, you are not of them, you do not act like them

so

you can’t be one of them”

and I clench my tongue, forgive them father, they know not of what they speak”

“Perdonalos padre, no saben nada de que dicen”

The climate of academia is both inviting and yet marking, I feel connected to both intertwined

bloodlines, and markedly separate in a way neither will ever know

“mijo, él esta ******, no dice nada que él no entiende”

But I understand, my name, my appearance, my lineage, they all mark a separation of that cultural

heritage, a combination, a divider,

that lava lamp burns hot from the up down theatrics of where identity will lie

I am the new millennial

Expect us.

The world belongs to the nocturnal, the ever present reflexive vanguard whose presence elicits attention,

be it negative or positive.

The crawl to a standstill, the distractions, the regrets:

These are as naught to those whose focus supplants physical duress.

Success is the only road, the path to failure can only be trod by idle feet, hot coals to the promised kingdom of recognition and praise, this must be traversed at all lengths, at all levels, by all means:

Take it.

Hatred or envy does not compare to the rush of achievement, real effort brought to fruition.

Be not afraid to raise your expectations, be afraid that they never rise.

Most of all, love unashamedly and furiously as if no one could weigh in,

the universe bends to the warrior's perspective