We grew up
Caught in the crosshairs of vicious machinations
And violent riots
Where the only thing more interesting
Than the latest relationship to fail
Are the tiny screens
Hot in our bloody, smoked stained palms
We grew up
Where people are put in a box
Where they were told
Be this, not that
Do this, not that
Don’t be different
Never break the cookie cutter
We grew up
Where thin was beautiful
And you could
Will only be
Desirable in these shorts
We grew up
With the war
Not only raging across seas
But in our minds
Where we were not good enough
We grew up
Where wearing a Pride button
On your purse
Would lose you friends
We grew up
In the jagged corners
Of our broken world