My stomach churns,
As my mother leaves,
I will be alone all day,
Sick again,
I need something to
Entertain

Me
I turned on the TV,
And seeing nothing interesting,
I flip to the news
Revealing our world,
The images mesmerizing me,
It’s not all laughs and giggles,
Nor is it all darkness
It

Is


So



Much




More
Across the oceans,
That deep deep blue,
A baby girl dies,
For no more reason,
Than

Being


Alive

To the left,
And farther to the south,
A little boy is fading,
Because he has no one,
To

Put
Food



In




His





Mouth
To the right and the north,
Between these two lands,
Families kill families,
In a war that began,
So long ago,
A war that will not end,
So long as we
Walk

The


Land
The moving picture changes,
And before I can blink,
Its showing a man.
A fallen man,
Whose life was filled with
Drugs

Sex


And



Hate
One man killed,
In an alley way
Many more fading,
Across the water way
But which will my peers,
Speak of most:
The famous rapper?
Or the
Child

Who


Is



Dying
Tears in my eyes,
I change the channel,
To something more local,
But just as severe,
Only this time,
I smile,
And

Wipe


Away



My




Sad





Tears


A man is holding his partners hand,
A woman kisses
Another’s lips,
A union under god,
No

“If’s”


“And’s”



Or




“But’s”
14 out of 50 states,
As of November 17,
But for those in the remainder,
They still hold hope,
Just as they hold their partner’s hand,
Hoping

To


Be



Seen




As





Equal
It is all very queer,
Thinking how much
Our world
Has changed.
And how much we have
Changed
In
Turn
The picture transitions
To something just coming in
My smile fades
As I change my position,
Sitting, no longer standing,
For

Fear


Of



Collapsing

A few miles away,
A young women is found,
Alcohol at her side,
And an empty bottle of Depakote in
Her
Lifeless


Hand

A note is written in sharpie,
Along the schools bathroom wall
Asking why he hurt her,
And why her friends,
Who swore the secret to keep,
Told all with ears,
What

Her


Father



Had




Done

At a prestigious school,
Just down the road,
One where the bible is taught,
After yet another successful drug bust,
Bishop Manogue holds the county’s
Highest drug rate,
After yet another,
Successful
Drug
Bust
A woman clutches her babe,
Feeding it all she can,
And kisses his brow.
The sun shines in her eyes,
As she crawls from her
Cardboard
Box.
She walks up the street,
Tears in her eyes,
She has made her choice,
As she leaves her son behind,
On the steps of the church,
And crawls back the
Box
To
Die
But this is nothing new,
From all of the past few,
We are the same,
Only we are more broad minded,
And more confident and pressuring,
Into getting what we want
Equality


For



All

Checking the web,
Because of a stupid school project
After I sign in,
The first thing I see,
Is an iPhone advertisement
As

New


As



Can




Be.

A blink in the corner,
Catches my eyes,
An email has come,
From a friend down south,
CAUTION: YOU MAY CRY
On

The


Subject



Line
A tear falls
From my eye
As I read,
‘A teen burned,
On a public bus.
In northern California’,
Not
Far
From
Us.
This leaves me
To wonder and ponder,
Which will be talked about most,
The newest in technology,
Or the agender teen,
Set on fire,
Out of pure hatred,
For

Wearing


A



Skirt?
A group of Russian women,
Fighting for womens rights,
Are beaten by guards,
For wanting equality for women
In a land where there is
Little

To


None
In this generation,
There as though who are
STRANGE,
They pay attention to the people
And give help
To

Those


In



Need
And then there are those,
Who pay more attention,
To thoughtless things,
That will only
Change
Change
Change
Then there are some,
With greed in their hearts,
A demanding tone in their voice,
Bullying a kid,
For wearing old clothes.
But what they don’t realize, is that
His mother is
Dying

In


Their



Home
We are whoever we want to be,
No one word
Or even to could suffice
In naming
Our

Generation
This generation,
Is not a dystopia,
Nor
Is it a
Utopia,
It is a perfect balance,
Of

Love
And



Hate
For there is no light,
Without darkness,
But there is
Darkness,
All
The
Same