The Worst Ever

The Worst Ever

A Poem by nesuispas
"

this generation? oh, we're so, so bad. (or that's what everyone says)

"

the fire of a million elder stares

have finally burned me.

 

since when have we become the very

abominations of the planet �"

miscreants for birth after

the clock ticked twelve on poor

2000 nights around the world.

 

taught to see only the

bad

bad

bad

of the human condition laid upon us

against our very own human will.

 

we’re all so

bad

bad

bad

because of the

terrible

terrible

terrible

technology thrust at us

too quickly.

too soon.

 

(we had not asked for this, we were given this.)

 

so when we sit in that culture room,

under the flags of our sections,

and the dreadful letters “UN”

what will we do?

 

will we be the cynics

we were raised to be

by you who spits on us?

 

or will we rise to the occasion,

like we always have?

(nobody ever sees our optimism.)

even despite the

horrid

horrid

horrid

technology given to make life easier?

 

i thought the millennium was about

individualism.

i don’t feel much like an

individual

when everyone gapes �"

like a million insolent fish �"

at our displays of sincerity?

(or apparent lack thereof?)

 

i hope that one day,

chubby cheeks and soft

soft

skin

will stand for something great,

not for the generation that did

no good,

never any good.

 

passion teaches me to learn what is said

in those rolled eyes and sideway looks.

passion teaches you to say what is said

in those rolled eyes and sideway looks.

 

i am a future something, and

so is the kid who sits next to me in

english class.

maybe he is an engineer.

 

so here, take this poem.

written by a measly

thirteen year old,

who will probably never amount

to anything,

because she wants a nose ring

and colored hair.

 

now, i know, you are too stubborn

to change after this,

but i hope i left you shocked at the thought

of an intelligent human being

being raised in the midst of cerebral chaos.

because you underestimated me.

and you underestimated them.

 

it’s a good time to be alive,

my generation, even if

they are teaching us to be

cynical

pessimistic

and rude.

that only means we must be

ten times more

hopeful,

optimistic,

and respectful.

© 2014 nesuispas


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