A poem based off the song, “Bleed the Same” by Mandisa.
|An Ode To My Generation |
We are the writers of a new age.
Our words are thinly veiled knives
crawling up from our very being,
used to dice the critics of special crowds.
We are the dreamers of
those who came before;
The artists, creators,
and fire-lit lovers
of a thousand nations.
We are the rising generation;
the teenagers who are looking
for a change in our environment
and in the world as a whole.
We are together in this plight;
our societies lay damaged,
and only by coming together
will we achieve what others
could never have imagined.