There is nothing better than growing up in two thousand and something
where America, the beacon, the safe haven,
is the place to be and technology promises prosperity
Segregation is over and women can vote!
Gay is okay and Al-Qaeda is gone!
There is nothing better than growing up in two thousand and something,
All the answers ever needed at the palm of your hand,
Thanks to God’s greatest creation: the smartphone
We’ve got sore necks and thumbs with validations from notifications
But the light of a screen shines brighter than the sun
There is nothing better than growing up in two thousand and something
Where bored complaining teenagers are college criteria by day and adrenaline junkies by night
And a healthy breakfast consists of coffee, adderall, and zoloft
We give our babies an ipad before we give them a rattle
Life moves faster and faster, with no time for silly simplicity
There is nothing better than growing up in two thousand and something
Where thoughts and prayers replace votes and bills,
with opinions split by the change of a channel
school shootings have become a generation
racism is presidential, and misogyny is congressional
with no gray area between red and blue
abortions are the killers but rifles save lives!
Alphabet people stay out of the army,
Mexican rapists stay behind the wall
women’s mouths stay clamped shut
Our civil liberties are eroding
& what do we do? we shrug
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There is nothing better than growing up in two thousand and something.