Generation Undecided
Generation Undecided
Maybe we're the ones
who grew up on our iPads then
our phones,
the ones who teach our teachers
how to use their screens,
the ones
who know each other's lives through filters
and think we know each other
just the same.
Maybe we're the ones
who can't be in crowds without
thinking about everything crawling all over
you and drowning you tingling in your fingertips
the ones who know the difference
between Facetime and Zoom,
the ones
who think about every time someone smiles
because now we can see their smiles,
not just their eye crinkles.
Maybe we're the ones
who don't appreciate what we've got,
too lazy to look up
at the teacher
or the stars.
Maybe we're the kids these days
who have it so good and don't
get it.
Maybe we're the ones
who see unfair painted across life,
the ones who stay up all night
thinking
about how to change the world for
the better,
the ones who aren't afraid
to march with signs with beliefs
of us and them.
Maybe we're the ones
whose phones are the only thing we can look in the eye.
Maybe we're the ones
who never learned how to smile.
Maybe we're the ones who will change things for the better,
for our children or our child.
Maybe you want to label it
like that but
I think we're all that and less and more
and maybe she's the one who can't look at anyone
and maybe they're the one who thinks about smiles
and maybe he's the one who's going to change it all
maybe we're a whole lot of people
with a whole lot of thoughts feelings history wants needs beliefs
maybe we're a beautiful collage of all that
maybe we're not decided yet
and never
will be.
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