We the generation of
by Elani Spencer
not accepting less than what we deserve
from our bosses, our teachers, our co-workers
We the generation of
screw gender norms
nail polish, dolls, the color pink has no binary
and he looks better in that dress than I do
I may not agree with you
but I’ll still respect your pronouns
He, they, she, Ze
Being gay or trans is not a trend
just human
We the generation of
March for our lives, Fridays for Future
spitting into mics and megaphones
on these streets paved with gold:
We will never forgive you
outside the gates of gilded buildings
overrun with false gods and wanna-be kings
How dare you?
arms linked like barbed wire, rusted chains
Black and brown and young bodies create a wall
of divine protection against police shields
We are not going anywhere
We the generation of
school is a synonym for battleground
hallways of smoke and mirrors
just because it’s common doesn’t mean it’s normal
We the generation of
starting revolutions on social media
building unrest with hashtags and reposts
Dear parents,
maybe it wasn’t that phone after all
We the generation of
breaking generational curses
your mistakes do not need to become our own
We the generation of
concepts of a plan is not
good enough
We the generation of
“too sensitive”
Dear politicians
maybe you’re not sensitive enough
We the generation of
harm is still harm
no matter how you define it
We the generation of
only three crayons per kid menu
we don’t need much to create a masterpiece
just ten fingers carving We are here
into desks, sidewalks, bathroom stalls
We the generation of
poetry is enough
We the generation of
art is enough
we are enough
Muse Mosaics 