I grew up in an age of technology,
Where modern is my normal,
People watching is my psychology
I live off quinoa and zucchini noodles
But don’t get me wrong,
I love pasta too.
I adore fancy notebooks with doodles
I smile when someone says that’s so you.
I am a millennial.
Millennials are killing society says society
We don’t buy right and we eat wrong
Your sacred department stores are disappearing for our trendier shops.
Bar soaps are a thing of the past, as are lunches
But at least we kept avocado toast during brunches.
All that avocado toast is draining our bank accounts
We can’t afford that house with a picket white fence.
We didn’t want it anyways.
Bang, bang, bang.
“You are murdering industries”, you say.
“Our ways of living are dying at the hand of your lifestyle.
You guys are lazy and so picky
You have put everything on trial.
Like you are the judges and we have to prove we are worthwhile.”
Isn’t that what you have taught us? millennials say
To question everything and take nothing for granted.
We don’t go shopping because the lines are too long
But I will pay more for that shirt for a tree to be planted.
The CD is dead because my phone is my song
But let me remind you before you call me a murderer
Not buying cd’s reduces the amount of waste in the world.
And that shirt bought online is still cheaper than that designer
While also making sure that the world is still a reaper
See we are saving what you have been killing
Like the trees and the coral reefs
You call us lazy, then tout that
Millennials have killed the nine-to-five
When we don’t go on vacation
You call us crazy while forgetting our work drive
You guys begged for change, millennials are just carrying out your wish
So stop saying millennials are killing society
Because we are not the problem
We are the solution.
We are not lazy, we are just willing to wait for what is worthy of our time
And not tolerant for anything less.
No I won’t just buy that car
Not because I want to kill the vehicle industry
But because I want to be financially savvy
It isn’t us against society
There really isn’t a tally.
See us for who we are, not for what you are prejudiced to see
See we grew up during 9/11 and the recession
Our childhoods are breaking news and empty promises
Leaving us with less answers and more questions.
Are we narcissistic or just independent?
Either way we are the ones to step up to the plate
Unsure of what the future looks like
Only knowing that our shot is one in the dark
But if we swing hard enough
We will hit that wall and that ceiling
To let light in places where it has been dark for a while.
So give us the keys to the kingdom and see what we do with it.
Give us shoes and we will walk a mile in it
You don’t even need to open the door
You just need to let us walk through it.