At 18 my grandma was driving 5 minutes North to Michigan to get drunk (a poem)
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At 18 my grandma was driving 5 minutes North to Michigan to get drunk
At 18 my mom was recently married children on the way
The home that she grew up is not the same as mine
The leisure they were given has never crossed my mind
I was born in an action age
At 18, I cannot imagine acting that way
Children do not cross my mind,
Partying is for later dates
The present issue is contagious and persistent and simply cannot wait
There's children dying at borders
The human condition is in shambles,
Lock me in a cage, beat me down for my age
The youth will not be silenced
Not anymore anyway
Back then 18 was symbolic
The orgasmic future awaiting
These days there's nothing,
Not the way we’re heading,
Not if we continue to act this way
The lack of care is embedded
Odes to the weekend do not exist,
But I’ll sing Odes before I take any hits
Politicians are sleazy,
Corrupt, and unkind;
They like to say that
the youth, these days
Are crazy and empty of mind-
Those phones
Those tears
Those lack of cares
They’re wrong
They’re false
And
Outright blind
Actions embedded in our veins
Don’t tell me to “act my age”
They’ll pump you up with rage
Speak up! Speak louder!
Oh!
Actually,
Not in that way
They like to silence strong women
The fear of change alarming
The only thing alarming
Is the stagnating game they play
I want my promised progress
A place forever changed
We’ll speak up
We’ll get louder
Until we finally have our way