they hear our voices
not our words
little do they know their generation will be the end of the world
our opinions are to strong
if the don't like the they're wrong
it's their fault the earth is dying while my generation is trying to save our mother
color doesn't matter to us
just be who you are
love who you want
your sexuality is yours
your gender too
scream about who you are
be proud too
tell them your pronouns
tell them about you
here we are all equal
your opinions matter so make them clear
we have the right to love who we want
no laws should have to be made to be who we are
i can love who i want
stop trying to take my rights
so what i like girls and guys
they are both beautiful in my eyes
i wish i could express who i am
but
safety comes first
all i can do now is try to save the world but the "boomers" are trying to tell us all is fine
news flash the earth and us teens are dying from the inside out
so tell me this
will i ever get my first kiss
learn to drive
date my true love
live my life
i am a teenager in 2021 and i am slowly
dying
i'm on meds that are supposed to help me stop crying
100 milligrams of sertraline
guess what i still feel like i'm dying
if i can't save myself
i'll save others and our earth
show them the are worth it
even if others don't believe i am
so help me clean our lands
so the future generation to can lay in the sand
YOU ARE READING
a field of flowers
Poésiepoetry made by a depressed teen with an awful love life but like just a shitty life in general lowercase intended these are my opinions and thoughts thru out the whole book so please respect them and i will respect yours (complete but bits and pie...
