Roses

Written by: Damali Thomas

I sit calmly in the state of shock, disgusted by my generation.

Precious life that so many struggle to have, kicked aside like a soccer ball.

Abusing the temple of our body.

We the youth, blinded by stardom and greatness, not stopping to realize what is more important.

The laughter, smiles and cherished moments a time capsule of many years ago.

That we once relished and held so dearly to our heart, melted away by the hot blood in our skin.

Step back, and take a look within, not just in ourselves, but of our past.

Life is moving too quickly, we need to stop and smell the roses.