I am… project wh(y)

I am me.

One of thousands of children born in generation Y.

We question the things we want to know.

Why is he gone?

Why is she poor?

When will we not suffer anymore?

The answers we received aren’t always what they seem.

At the end of the day we say, “It’s not just me it’s us.”

You see I went to a place called beechnut academy

Fancy title for a place like that

It was a school for “bad kids”

I guess I was one.

WE all had one thing in common.

We asked questions.

And stuck by each other’s side.

I came back to my “home” school.

Only to see kids divided in groups.

“I hate you.”

“She hates me.”

“I hate her.”

I sat there and cried saying “where is the unity”

I was taught I got your back if you have mine.

Our generation isn’t the last.

We don’t set a great examples for the ones to come.

But sleep generation z.

Till you are told to awaken.

Because we are,

Generation Y...

This poem is about: 
Our world


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