I've never been the type for whirlwinds.
I don't like comparing love to unpredictable weather forecasts-
I'm not one to be swept off my feet,
Or whisked away with my young beauty of a lover to elope.
In fact, the very thought makes my mouth twist down at the edges
And my nose wrinkle distastefully.
I live in a cynical generation, after all;
Reminded day after day,
Year after year,
That fairytales don't happen.
I was born between the terror of AIDs
And the rubble of 9/11.
I learned not to trust at my mother's feet.
I learned the words 'too good to be true' instead of prayers.
I was born just as the world shook off the chains of perfection
And embraced gritty reality,
As it ripped off pretty party dresses
And turned on the damn T.V.
I was born after America began to hate itself.
I learned about The Land of Opportunity
And watched as the ignorant smiled
And the knowledgeable grit their teeth in pain.
I came to learn that if I'm not angry,
I'm not paying attention.
I was born after cynicism was learned in tandem with speech.
I'm of the cynical generation,
And even as I love I can't help but think of the end.
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