They call us millennials, Say we have no goals

They say social media pokes holes through the retained information our brain is supposed to patrol and... that if we lose our phones we’ll lose control

I remember always being asked what I wanted to be when I grew up,

Most kids said “Police Officer,” “Firefighter,” “Astronaut,” or a plain “I Don’t Know”

Every time I was asked, I gave the same answer… I said “I Just Want To Be Happy”

And as you can tell from the age of four… I’ve always been a little bit sappy

Always looked at things from a deeper perspective, from a young age my words demanded to be respected. You see, I had one objective… I wanted every word I spoke to be reflective… To have meaning… To be felt… To lack ignorance… Words that strayed from sounding belligerent.

They never understood how a child could be so wise, or or how through all my pain... I always seemed to keep a smile, or the extent at which i’d seen from my little brown eyes. 

Many people can’t find value in dark brown eyes…

They say brown eyes lack character, that their color doesn’t demand attention.

I’d simply have to disagree, I find beauty in all brown eyes… because I don’t know the extent at which they’ve seen.

You may be asking yourself “Well what the hell does she mean?”

They don’t glitter or gleam, the vibrance of a dark brown eye doesn’t scream.

Just stop right there… I once heard that “Eyes are the window to the soul”

It shouldn’t matter their color or how old, how abstract or how bold.

There’s a truth in people’s eyes that says more than their mouths ever could.

Trust me I know from experience… I’d wake up, look in the mirror, turn up to my music with smile painted across my face. But that’s never what I saw in my eyes,

They were full of sadness, my mind consumed with the coas in my life, the madness,

Realizing how fast my childhood spiraled downhill, rapid, my mom barely keeping her head above water, drowning in bills, the rapids, are so quick, my happiness was so slippery, it was so swift, white water rafting, burning up with my father’s on and off toxic love, s*** is to deadly like acid…

You see they call us millennials, Say we have no goals

They say social media pokes holes through the retained information our brain is supposed to patrol and... that if we lose our phones we’ll lose control.

Nah i’m not bout that freaking statistic, I’m obsessed with gaining knowledge and learning arithmetic…

I like to laugh and actually enjoy human interaction… Don’t look surprised, I know you weren’t expecting that reaction…

I’d give my phone up in a heartbeat if someone, somehow could get rid of my PTSD.

I’d trade my phone any day if you found a little girl out there fighting the same fight as me.

A little girl who is begging society to let her be free…

Free of her blackness, Free of all the crap the world fed her.

Hating her dark brown eyes, Constantly forgetting that

Real Eyes, Realize, Real Lies