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Aug 2014
It's all about the filter
And not personality.
It's all about the cake make up ,
And not the true beauty.
It's all about the wcw
All about the body shape,
Promoting beauty
Looking like a product.
No longer human,
not advertising the mind.
Hair hair everywhere from
Brazilian
to Indian
Comparing who rocks it best.
Looking like mermaids with seaweed dye on it,
It's all about a cool dance , dumb lyrics and a hot beat ,
Not real music about life
Just a free promotion of ****, money and *******.
Making the world go crazy.
Believing this is the way life is,
Get high or die.
It's all about social media and not putting the phone down to enjoy nature.
The outside , has now become the phone.
All about linking up but not wanting a relationship
Just a friend with benefits.
Hiding our heart in our sleeves.
Not expressing our feelings .
We are trying to impress the world
When truly a bit of us dies every minute.
We are being judged by the social media
Twerking,
Doing the fire challenge.
And tryna beat everyone in the dumbest challenge,  just so we can get new followers , retweets and praises.
Instead of reading a book and learning something new.
Or trying to achieve our dreams.
We're not even working hard no more.
We are becoming slaves to the media.
That we don't seem to realise , that we lost our identity.
We were made original but most of us are dying as a copy of another. We no longer have our unique colour.
We are all blending in.
Smoking marijuana because it's cool and you will be accepted by the society.
But what happened to being ourselves?
Being loud
Being funny
Being caring
Or taking our time to show affection to one another.
We are no longer happy with the reflection we see in the mirror.
We are losing ourselves,  
We've become so lazy.
We're not inspired no more.
Or respected
We are so focused on living the now ,
with no idea how that will affect us tomorrow.
But at the end of the day, we must remember that most of the people we try and please . Will not be there , in your times of need and pain. Or bury you . Why??because we have become the lost generation. 2014.  It's time to wake up!
Be inspired
Lucia Domingos Fula
Written by
Lucia Domingos Fula  London
(London)   
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   Monica Abigail, --- and ---
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