Youth
The youth,
With curved spines, bow
To the mighty power of
Where two second pictures test their memory
To think empty and effortlessly
And when told to run for gym class,
Groaning,
Like exercising is an indomitable task
In a sea of black, white, and gray
The youth, still bowing, seem to pray
Puffing,
Heaving,
Insides screaming,
These mountainous globs of youth
Are constantly protected and soothed
If they get boo-boo's from iPads
You see, the spoiling and coddling adds
Up
The heaps of previous trips to fast food restaurants spill out
Insides begging for a respite, because, no doubt,
This is the first time someone's ever forced them to run
"My leg hurts, I can't do this, it can't be done!"
So they stop
And give up
Because no one's ever told them "tough luck"
Or "suck it up"
Only told them "pour it out"
Onto paper
Onto paper plates
Because growing up can wait
Remember when we were young?
If caught cursing were told to "hold your tounge"?
When we ate wonder, not gluten-free, bread
When heavy textbooks, not slam poetry, would be read
When running in gym class during school was a gift
When playing outdoors wasn't because we wanted to stay fit
When the sunshine soaking our bones
Wasn't going to affect our hormones
Teenagers received discipline
And there's no time for listening
So they sit down and pull out Instagram
And take selfies while they cram
Meaningless messages of "pride and proudness" down their throats
And those slutty dresses don't need to be covered up with coats
Beacause a woman needs to express herselfÂ
Taunts of nudity and sex dripping down like caramel
Basing facts and opinions on rumors
Attention! This is our future
This is what the previous generation has created
A mountainous mass that will never be weighted
Because, "you're beautiful just the way you are."