By
MEG ELISON


I am the very model of a modern-age millennial,
I’ve got no cash, no house, no kids, and student debt perennial,
I know the rules of Tinder, and I’m not sold on monogamy
(For what it’s worth I think that stems from troubles ‘tween my mom and me)
I’m very well acquainted, too, with matters on the gender front
Myself, I am nonbinary; your labels I so do not want
Been disillusioned by my expectations with a lot o’ stuff,
The skills with which I am equipped for life are frankly not enough

My job prospects are hobbled by insistence on a living wage
Compete at entry level with some washed-up folks at twice my age
In matters of identity, employment and such petty ills
I am the very model of a modern-age millennial
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On Monday I killed Applebee’s, on Tuesday I axed country clubs
I’ve never bought a diamond and I have no use for cashmere gloves
I quote dank internet memes in lieu of sharing actual thoughts
For earnestness has been passé since sometime in the early aughts
Still advertisers flail and fail to capture all my buying power
(The sum of which amounts to renting GIG cars by the paltry hour)
I’m subject to the bleak nostalgia of Generation Xers
And YouTube sensibilities adored by web-savvy youngsters
So I get to the take the blame for our country’s tanked economy
While fighting for my basic rights and ****** autonomy
In short I’m ****** in matters from the vital to the trivial
I am the very model of a modern-age millennial

In fact, when I know what is meant by "social justice warrior”
When I can tell at sight a fascist MRA conspirator
When such affairs are treated as unsolvable new mysteries,
I shake my head and wonder if the Boomers studied history
When I have learnt what progress has been made and then just flushed away
My generation’s best bet looks like playing Fortnite drunk all day
In short, if you’re angry right now and spewing aged white vitriol
Remember you created me: the modern age millennial

For I’m the generation raised upon the game Monopoly
You’re hoarding all the wealth and jobs and mock me for my poverty
So now I’m skewing socialist with discourse quite ungenial
Please check your local ballots for the modern-age millennial

Lifes too short to be diagnosed with cancer or any illness for all i care!

Poor woman end up having one breast because of the cold 'breast cancer'
Some end up being brain damaged because
They couldnt fight the 'brain cancer'
young woman lose their ability to give birth because the 'womb cancer' had their wombs removed!

20 years ago i had a mother,now im
left to reintroduse myself to a stranger,
beacause the BAD 'brain cancer' ****** every memory she could ever remember out of her brain.She tried to fight it but it was stronger than doctor Elison's medical degree...

Prayers became more and more pointless...Youd swear it had the eyes and ears to hear our cries and see our pain because it just kept ******* the life out of her!

from being a strong woman,to being a lifeless and weak victim of cancer...I hate you cancer For you have left me feeling sorry for myself And "soon to be motherless!"

I bow down to You!
you are indeed greater than the elephant's strength.
You are a true dEfinition of a slow painful death,a murderer.
Like a poison you dont leave one with much of choices!

it's not a coincidence that our names both start with the best letter of the alphabet
after all i
always loved apples
(it's midnight but i haven't eaten since lunch because i was too busy gorging myself on poison jealous ivy to notice my stomach was turning itself inside out again)
you
always had a certain audacity
i look for sparks in people, and you had one
you deserved to wear the letter A as your lipstick
and when life kicked me in the *** you said gee don't these bruises ****
you showed me yours
we agreed that at least if it kicks us in the ***** we won't hurt
which made me laugh
you make me laugh
as many times as i breathe i think,
i wish i could have an E
but eudrey wouldn't make sense and neither would elison so can we freaking wear our A's like we we were meant to
i love ya kiddo
the scissors are pink like what my favorite color used to be
but now they're on the floor chillin like the villains they are because basic insert the face
i don't need them now
however shaky my self-love is
i'm doing this for you