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Monday, March 23, 2015
Millennial Generation Manifesto (MGM)
The unruly generation...Your constant botheration
You set us rules and tell us to follow
When you gave us pills and expect us to swallow
But how could you raise us so deep with your lies
And expect that my generation would be so shallow
We question your ability to make our decisions
Because you told us that old age affects your precision
You right us for your wrongs
And then you wrong us for our rights to be human
You keep hiding the truths form us
So how did you expect to earn our trust...
Issues we have with traditions
When you try to shut us down with contrary actions
It is okay to confess
That much of the things you try to teach us you failed them on your test
You failed to question your actions
So let us
We may even deliberately defy your rules
Because to us rules are like fragile records
Destined to be broken
Even if you didn't realize we broke them
We have seen things we have never imagined
Imagine where they came from
We aren't much different
Let me try to put this in ways that you'll understand
You are analog and we are digital
We are programmed to program computers to think literate
And make a living from things we share on the internet
So sorry if we don't exactly meet your priority
But we have decided on our own to be our own priority
We are the change as you have said we would be
You said you are our leaders but so are we
You have made your mistakes and you have let us see
And we heard we are the future, so let us be.
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
Of Me
It is obvious we hold different perspectives of me
I am not seen in your eyes as my eyes can see
There is not a single true reflection that deflects from your glass
That represents my present, future, or immediate past
Maybe I am pretending
Depending on the circumstance
But maybe you"ll see the real me if you should take a second glance
People never liked me for too long
So it is my pleasure to prove you wrong
There is a slight glimpse of intelligence when your eyes are impaired by negligence
There are still silly people thinking I have never done a thing evil
Believing their deceitful minds
That everything I do falls perfectly in line
With the truth
But...Is it true?
Not even I am completely convinced about the things that I do
So how could you?
I've been thinking
How much do we know ourselves
When we see our friend's face more than we see ourselves
That is just my thought
But if it has gotten you thinking
Maybe this is something that you should start imagining
No doubt I can strike an interest in your mind
Depending on your interest kind
I can make you love this when I'm finished
And as well make you hate me in a minute
Many believe they know
But no
They know just enough to be ignorant
I am not seen in your eyes as my eyes can see
There is not a single true reflection that deflects from your glass
That represents my present, future, or immediate past
Maybe I am pretending
Depending on the circumstance
But maybe you"ll see the real me if you should take a second glance
People never liked me for too long
So it is my pleasure to prove you wrong
There is a slight glimpse of intelligence when your eyes are impaired by negligence
There are still silly people thinking I have never done a thing evil
Believing their deceitful minds
That everything I do falls perfectly in line
With the truth
But...Is it true?
Not even I am completely convinced about the things that I do
So how could you?
I've been thinking
How much do we know ourselves
When we see our friend's face more than we see ourselves
That is just my thought
But if it has gotten you thinking
Maybe this is something that you should start imagining
No doubt I can strike an interest in your mind
Depending on your interest kind
I can make you love this when I'm finished
And as well make you hate me in a minute
Many believe they know
But no
They know just enough to be ignorant
Monday, March 9, 2015
The Matter in Questioning
What is my type
Is sometimes a typo
When persons oftentimes ask me the type I get into
Simply saying she must smile with a dimple
Having hair down her back and a face without pimples
It was simple
Until I started thinking wise
Then suddenly my type would change into something otherwise
She must smile like a mother
Close like a brother
But the love she has for me should be compared to no other
Smart like a sister
Miss me like I miss her
And if she jokes like my father
Then she and I were made to be together
But unless she was, I could not make her like my relatives
So all the things I wished she had would have to be relative
I never could be seriously honest about the kind I was into
Maybe in my mind I had thought it was a sin to
Be that honest about myself
And perhaps its the reason I remain off the shelf
Maybe...
The matter in questioning
Was my question target
What is the reason I remain off the market?
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