J's Musings

They don’t like it,

When we raise our voice,

They ridicule us,

For trying to maintain ourselves.

They find it funny

To comment about young love

Or bring a youth down,

For believing in love.

They make a laughing stock

Over our inability to perform life skills,

Or maintain traditions and relations,

Over our ability to accept those who feel differently,

They roll their eyes

At how hard we fight

To make everyone feel included.

They believe it ok,

To act according to and fir into a world that no longer exists

They are quick to remind us,

What we cannot do,

When they see us do what they feared to,

And even now,

They laugh,

At all our attempts to change,

Something that could use changing

And they still scoff as they say,

What can this generation do?

Everythime they see us,

Try and do,

Something they could not