We get up, only to get pushed back down
We stand for our rights, only to be frowned upon
We use our voices, only to be told to sit down and listen
We are a generation of children who can make a difference.
We are the future. Only if you let us spread our wings.
We are hurt but not giving up.
Let us be who we are.
Let us embrace the new and forge new paths.
Let us be the children that rise above expectations
YOU ARE READING
Barely breathing
PuisiJust words that can't pass my lips but will go through my head until they fall onto paper. Every single one of these are my original pieces.
