we used to find security
in blankets
acceptance
in our mothers arms
love
when daddy wiped away our tears
stories
on our grandmothers hands

and now we have insecurity
masked by money and clothes
we’re not accepted unless we have
a following, a brand
we’re told to love is to be weak
and what stories?
all I see is plastic in place of wrinkles

This world has become black and white with illustrations in clear color

Side by side we dear only protest in silent agony,
for statistics to see and noone else to notice

I cleared my senses so long ago,
discovered shades of gray

Soon blurred lines became crossed lines in a flash of lonesome honesty

In a simple world with simple values I have chosen to be loud

We are all cracked up
Like how trees shatter
When struck by lightning
Like how brds fly away
When they see someone they never knew

We are all cracked up
And when you try to understand why,
You just couldn't
Because as human as we are
We are all cracked up

The teenagers of the bayou look down to their pocket God, summoning validation through divine vibrations;
heads bowed they pray for the prey, for the sensations of meaning, refreshed each second,
filed and cast aside,
except on thursdays, or maybe fridays ‒
for these are the sacred days reserved for nostalgia, for last weekend’s cigarette taste,
for those cheap-gin glances, lacerated by and filtered through the teeth of crocodile tears,
for the lovesick night sweats and the mouth of another, for the break from chronic ennui,
all captured in thirty-three unearthly flashes;
The teenagers of the bayou look up from their pocket God and stretch their aching fingers upwards,
exhausted, habituated, unquestioning
of the heaviness of such emptiness
within
their starving hearts

Dear Amber Rose,

El pueblo unido jamas sera vensido.
(A city united would never be beaten)
"Half naked and I'm still not asking for it" - some crazy chick

Poem begins:
You are preaching women empowerment.
Dress how you dress make your self feel ****
Even it means wear nothing while walking in the streets.
I get the motive of your movement **** Walk I guess that's what we should be teaching our daughters.
But if you're dancing on that ***** pole now that's a different story.
Tell us how many ***** you had to **** to make it to the glory.
Hard to preach to a generation that glorifies strippers and undermines knowledge.
I am so pro women but **** like **** Walk and so on are the reason we are separated
men and women segregated.
Your biggest concern is what next party you are hosting, while these young girls are all confused about their bodies getting liposuction.
Trying to be you
Trying to be you
But why? when even Wiz Kalifa depicted you as an object and didn't glorify.
***** is power between the right pair of legs.
Tell us how many motel sheets have you gotten wet.
Such a shame our ancestors probably turning in their graves. Lauryn Hill wasn't naked and sold more then Nicki, Iggy, and Kim combined.
The real definition of a role model
Guess that's why you differ
Since you're a *** model.
To ***** licious to be a runway model.
But perfect for the *** shot I want to spray up in your mouth model.
Then go kiss your son with the same lips you rocked the mic model.
Women rights is not about a dress code.
Is so much deeper but what can be expected from a stripper.

El pueblo unido jamas sera vensido.
(A city united would never be beaten).
El pueblo unido jamas sera vensido.
(A city united would never be beaten)

Sincerely,
A concerned father

The sky was weeping,
Her face stained  black,
His fingers receding,
Down her back.

She pushes the grams,
To forget the time,
When Instragram,
Was not online.

He thinks back,
To the days of old,
Where they couldn't keep track,
Of one's household.

What an age,
Since the revolution,
Setting the stage,
For mass consumption.

Data snorted,
She fades away.
Stored and sorted,
*For another day.

Nature of things do not change
Even things do not change
It’s the mindset that changes
It’s the way in which we think, the approach
The way of doing things that changes
Over a period of time thinking changes
Thinking changes from present generation to the next
From one generation to another

Definitely nature of things has never changed
It has remained constant for over a period of time
A long time has gone by since the nature of things has not changed

When a shadow of doubt gets raised in the mind
There is an uncertainty about something followed by confusion
When each of these things become a part of routine
Then at that point of time,
Then during that time
Everything becomes extremely difficult,
Difficult to decide,
Decide upon as to the proper line of action, which needs to be taken
Difficult since thoughts are not stable and neither settled.

Agreed and accepted
The fact that over a period of time nature of things change
Definitely because the next generation has it’s own set of thoughts
Thoughts different from prior generation
A generation gap is always there, it remains
Enabling the previous changes to be incorporated and accepted in the present.

Definitely over a period of time things do change.

I'm surrounded by timelines
where milestones are just money
but they're paying a large fine
living an irony that's not funny

Hey, your heart, soul, and mind
could you leave that behind?
I mean it's okay
with these pay days you'll be fine

Those stacks will make you blind
so find your bliss in every rhyme of mine
and keep with it
because even if my two cents were a dime
words can't transcend time
your soul clicks like a clock
that you can't rewind

You're about this life
but it's not about you
fame cuts with a knife
when it gets less new

On the road less traveled
angels wait in silence
but on the roads unraveled
the demons are your guidance

It might be well lit
when you're sulking in a pit
but within time this life is a slit
and your life is more fit
think about it
were you given one just to buy ****?

Being on top is priceless
the day your body buries
your tomb will rest with the best
but that's all you've ever carried

Accepting my generation is kind of hard, everyday mental capacities are sabotaged, take a glance at my peers & everybody's identity is camouflaged
It's an age where there's a long line of scars, their inner image is cut down reduced like wood to a cabin lodge, & they don't realize one day they'll have to pay for pretending, identity theft is a major kind of fraud.
No mind desires to think for itself, they wait on the next topic like a lecture class, only to not develop their own opinion on a topic already selected for them, it's like a professor giving a quiz with the answers listed.
Love is ridiculed & you're chastised if it's felt, my brothers and sisters are clearly broken, a generation of fractured glass, & my soul aches as I observe minds that were predestined for uniqueness be restricted and uniformed to one day wake looking for their life realizing they've missed it.
The other day I found myself on the Twitter page of a boy who has counterfeited my essence & over written the gift God gave him that is his own style, his own thoughts, his one fights.
I felt no anger rather sympathy, the avidity to help, to show and tell him that no flesh is of greater value than another, that his mind is as onliest as my own, & rather than borrow my charisma he should seek his own until a fit feels right.
Everyone witnesses this tragedy but so many are blind to it. Social media sets the standard of what you guys feel, accept, avoid and address & those actions are the root of what will define you & should originate from your own spirit and core.
Believe it or not the opinion of the public you're not assigned to it, Don't let opinions lead you astray from the real, to neglect, and compress those remaining fractions of who you really are screaming out to be heard and glorified more.
Consider we live in a generation where guys will crave for women who are generous with their bodies & then give advice for another man to steer clear of a woman who has shared the very thing they search for & chastise that guy if he shows any emotion toward her.
Comprehend I observe girls complaining about immature men & being blistered by bad intentions but have the audacity to turn down a genuine and God abiding man down simply because he isn't a quarterback or a power forward.
We lack identity. So often we say our parents just don't understand but how could they? We glorify pain and lend scars, social media has made everyone feel as if they're famous, pretend stars, personalities blending together like a *** of gumbo, inseparable, undeniably the same and we wonder why we can't tell who our friends are?
Narcotics are consumed by the plenty, minds are poisoned with false values we've enveloped ourselves in, no one longer values a good person but rather what that person has that is valuable & they say we're the future? If you ask me, we are where the end starts.

Absent Identity -Dash Pinder

We're the generation that doesn't believe in love and love has no value or purpose. It's so easy for us to meet the love we think we require through a virtual world of electronic sites. Claiming you can meet the love of your life right here right now. Love doesn't simply exist in this world. How could it when you have so many ways to find it? Therefore, it's not the kinda love that's pure and rare. The love that your grandparents or parents that are still together after 50 plus years know. How they've struggled through the good and bad moments, fighting for their love til their dying days. Knowing their partner was the right choice and never second guessing.
We're the generation, surrounded by non believers, it's hard to keep love afloat. Still there's apart of me that wants to show them that no matter what, love does exist. True love and maybe even soul mates do, still exist? That being married and having the right partner to grow old with does exist? That real men are still out there and if treated right and cared for will have your back and be everything you ever wanted. You know it's takes a good strong woman to build a beautiful life, but she needs to feel loved and secured by her man. Hence, always reassured that he's still in love with her.
We're the generation that's so easily to dispose of love and people. Sadden by this reality, I will fight for my marriage and not be apart of the norm. Cause our love will surpass all obstacles. I don't want to end up like my disposable generation, so quick to lose what's real. I want to invest and take the time and keep loving the same parnter over and over again and finding new ways to keep our love strong. Marriage does have meaning, it's not suppose to be a joke. It's supposed to be through thick and thin. Besides, you know with this person you are a better person. They helped breathe new life into you and showed you how to be loved. Not to mention maybe even challenged you to be better than you thought you could ever be. Love does have value and to know love like that is rare.
We're the generation missing out on what the world really needs. What people searching their whole lives looking for? Never really knowing what pure unconditional love is. Always expecting disappointment. Perhaps there is a secret to a long and happy marriage that nobody ever tells you, but I'm willing to find out.
We're the next generation they're  gonna be reading about later on and so forth. I want them to know that love did in fact exist in some cases, it did. And they were the lucky ones.