My Generation
Splintered saffron and shattered skies;
Reflecting a generation that forgot their youth
and burned the coda written
before they turned cynical and scarred;
Until necessity reminded them how to dream;
With everything they have;
Busted and battered blue skies
My generation was built on broken rules
and rewrote what was already written
before the world became scared and scorned
determined to swallow budding dreams;
with everything it has;
Never willing to follow a poor vision
dismantled authority with our questions;
I guess it’s up to my generation
to change the game again
and remind the world to dream
with everything we have.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2022
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