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Broken Generation

you know,

when you're younger,

you think boys are icky.

mean boys that push you

in the sand on the playground,

stupid boys that call

you names

and make fun of you for

being a 'sissy.'

 

when you're younger,

you think girls have cooties.

silly girls that play

on the swings

and talk about

the wind,

girls you try to avoid

at all costs.

 

but once you grow up

and stop being so small,

you come to realize that

boys are far from icky,

except for the fact

that they still pick their

noses and chew

with their mouths full;

and girls are far

from having cooties,

unless you consider

STD's as cooties, these days.

 

now,

girls and boys

are attracted to each other

by an unmistaken force,

one that's so strong

it feels like a magnet

is conjoining the both

of you.

 

or at least,

that's what they claim.

 

but really,

our generation is

obsessed with the

facination

of being rebellious,

of not caring about the rules,

or doing what they want

whenever they want.

we're obsessed with

the motto that

having *** at 16,

getting drunk at parties,

and doing drugs

is okay.

 

the problem?

we'll never know.

everyone will always

have different thoughts,

views, opinions

on how our generation

came to be as

disasterous as it is:

the media: music videos,

movies; the music,

what kinds of messages

rappers are conveying

in their songs;

but no matter

what we think

or what we say,

we'll never know.

 

we're the kids

your parents

warned you about --

or rather, didn't.

 

nowadays,

losing your virginity

is becoming something

of a contest to see

who can lose it first,

who can get this girl

laid, who can

sleep with the most

girls in their entire school.

today, girls are willing

to lose it, all because they're

under pressure, or being

influenced by the wrong

crowd.

 

nowadays,

going to ravid parties

and having

'a few drinks'

is something to celebrate.

"come on, have a drink,"

and even if they don't want one,

even if they don't want

to accept,

they somehow get convinced

otherwised.

then 'just a few drinks'

turns into a rollercoaster

that gets you spiraling

out of the earth's

gravitational control.

your mind goes haywire

and you might even do

something you never imagined

you'd do. all because of

'a few drinks.'

 

nowadays,

rolling a blunt

and smoking ****

is something

everyone does;

if you don't smoke,

if you aren't a stoner,

then you're considered

'abnormal,' or 'odd,'

or even 'weird.'

roll a blunt,

pass it around,

take a hit

or two

or three,

until it feels like your

soul is being detached

from your body,

floating into the

horizon,

being swallowed by

darkness,

vanishing into the

atmosphere.

 

nowadays,

everyone's

trying to **** themselves

from the harsh words

being thrown at them

like daggers to the heart.

everyone's

cutting themselves,

a temporary way

to solve a problem

that seems

incapable of living through.

 

 

 

nowadays,

no one has any respect

for themselves.

no one cares

if they don't get into

a decent college;

most don't even go.

no one cares

if alcohol is

causing them to become

addicts;

they disregard the signs

completely.

no one cares

if smoking ****

or doing drugs

is illegal;

now, they'll

expose it in the open.

no one cares

how their words

can affect people;

"fat," "ugly.'

they'll call people

***** that are still

virgins.

 

nowadays,

our generation

has turned into

something to be avoided,

an example of how bad

the world can become.

 

 

a.m.

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