An Ode To Being A Millennial

An ode to being a Millennial,

To the feeling generation, 

To the generation who get offended too easily,

To the generation, who don’t know how to take a joke

To the generation of narcissists, who love themselves so much that they couldn’t have anything besides a hookup culture

To the generation that killed romance, and writing

To the generation that killed everything just by being born.

To the generation that has been told by everyone around them who they are

You my dears, are stronger than anyone, and I am proud to consider myself among you

An ode to being a millennial

To the generation that is afraid of feeling

To the generation that just doesn’t think racism is funny

To the generation that will no longer excuse your bigotry as humor

To the generation who know the difference between confidence and narcissism

To the generation who has explored love, and learned that love is like humans, different but equal

To the generation that are happy to consider their birth the birth of social change

To the generation that is still enough inside themselves to be comfortable with not knowing who they are.

You, my dears, should wear the word millennial like a badge of honor, of pride.

An ode to being a millennial

An ode for this generation, because while it doesn’t shine with the most pristine luster,

An ode for this generation, because while it doesn’t have the most perfect shine,

An ode for this generation, because it is different

An ode for this generation, because society up to this point has hated everything different

An ode for this generation, because our name falls out of people mouth’s like a barrel over Niagara

An ode for this generation, because no one ever writes one,

An ode for this generation, because we are growing up like no one ever has before, on the cusp of cell phone lights and street lights.

An ode for this generation, because we are the first generation in a long time who are not only trying to figure out who we are, but what, we are.