Our generation’s greatest war
is not with guns and tanks,
it’s with razors and crank.
It’s with ourselves.
I want to be the generation that
gets it right, though the cards we’ve
been dealt are less than satisfactory.
Yes, we are the generation expected
to make less money than our parents.
We’re the generation that has to choose
between having a quality education
or enough money to pay the bills.
The American Dream was killed long
before we came around.
But we are still a generation of hope,
one who is not ashamed to love who we love
and be who we are.
We will no longer drown and bleed out
our sorrows, or have sharp tongues that spew
poisonous words to one another because we
need each other. Desperately.
We believe that music has power,
that clothes aren’t everything
and that people who struggle are not nothing.
I know that I may not live long, but I want to live right.
Will you join me?