I saw the lost of my generation, trying to pick up society by its bootstraps
searching for themselves through the glass, looking for something.
Yearning and burning for the connection to each other in any way possible,
who saw the towers fall and stood up in anger, and when injustice arose, sat up in the clouded darkness of societal norms floating across the country

I saw the anger of my generation through all the riots
through Ferguson, through Cincinnati, at St. Matthews Mall
in Baltimore, in New York, spreading across America
in Brazil, in Mexico, in Ukraine, spreading across the world like an illness, a disease finally done festering under humanity’s skin, ready to burst.

I saw the acceptance of my generation reaching out and being open-minded
where a milestone of free love has occurred and celebrations spread across the states
where we will grow up teaching sons to respect daughters instead of teaching daughters to respect a man’s request and to watch how she dresses
where anyone can love anyone and can be anyone they want

I saw the hope of my generation shaking hands and crossing boundaries
putting themselves aside and striding towards racial equality
towards women’s rights, towards making a difference in the world
making effort into being kind and taking pride in being different, speaking up and standing up for what is right and not backing down under
any circumstance, even death

The fear and tight grip the old generation held across the world is weakening
and I saw my generation rising up, causing havoc in the eyes of those who are older
but peace in the eyes of those who will be inheriting the Earth.
After every storm, war, and battle, the sun shines, the grass grows, and flowers bloom
And where other generations have failed,
my generation might just be the key to succeed.