The Lost Generation

Fri, 02/06/2015 - 15:12 -- moyelle

To the teenaged girl

who is about to have another child

not because she’s a thot

but because she sells her body to the public

because she feels alone and unloved in this world

That’s because she never had a mom or a dad that was there

She was always alone….looking for love and “affection”

To the lost generation

To the boy that joined a gang to avoid being called a scary little bitch

By the ones who claim their going to “Hold him down”

They were the same ones who told him to pop that nigga on the block

For his “gang acceptance”

To the lost generation

To the girl that’s suicidal

She’s the one who sits in the back of the class at school

She’s the one everyone downgrades

Called ugly, stank, and stupid

her parents say it

But that ironic because “daddy” always loves her

But he shows it in a different way

Sexual abuse

Silts her wrist

Cry’s to sleep

Suicide attempt

To the lost generation

We are the ones who fade in the background

For we are the sinking Titanic’s

For we are the lost generation 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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