'the Lost Generation'

Claressa Riddle “The Lost Generation” As being black it’s so hard to see the struggles in life we’ve been through, through the deaths and pain, the hurt the strain and this is what we are left to? They fought so hard in the battles, from slaves’ master on their horses’ saddle. Now we sag and brag about who has the newest shoes, who will fight and who will lose. Dr. Martin Luther King didn’t get shot for nothing and Rosa Parks didn’t stay seated just to be strutting. We had it all and now we have nothing. We may not be the richest race, but we can be amazing, we can be Holy, grateful as grace. We are what we act like, my generation is just full of fools, they cut school, break the rules and think it’s cool. We kill one another, it does not matter mother, sister or brother. We destroy what’s beautiful, disrespect our elders, this generation is not the future, elders don’t have anything to look forward to. Sad their grandchildren are running the streets, skipping school, having sex at this age you are headed for the worse. Fourteen with a baby that’s two, got a baby daddy who don’t want to have or take care of the baby or you. And boys, who treat girls like toys, use and play with them one day, then move on and play with the next play toy. And you wonder why people judge us and label us rude, that’s how we act like hooligans, like fools. They worked so hard and now were letting them win, the people who said that we would never be nothing. Well I’m something, I’m a piece of work my ancestors fought for, I won’t give in to the stupid ways, I won’t fight, I won’t be this generation’s slave. We’ve got to step it up, because this is all we have left. You may let them win the battles, but I’m a fighter and they won’t win the war. Stand confident, smile, for you are a beautiful golden child!