Visions Of a Concrete Rose

The youth of generation Y struggle to overstand the meaning of their actions; I know this since my daily fate mingles with the universal problems for youth. I felt so bad the other evening, I felt like I wasn’t doing anything with my life. These are the days of my personal history in which I find a dilemma: I want to do so much with my life, but everything I do has a meaning I did not create.


My nights scratching away to breaks or chilling at parties with the homies I am told are not political. Self-criticism takes me away from my slumber, which is cool except I didn’t create the criteria . At the end of my night I was ready to be something instead of being harsh on myself; I wanted to disobey the critiques I used to mimic after listening to my so-called “superiors”.  

Hungover Thoughts Of Generation Y Black Hippies

It is true that “all the girls wanna play Baywatch” at the swimming pools full of liquor (Kendrick Lamar, “Swimming Pools”). Generation Y parties, both in college and high school, present you with a reality surfacing from the deep end of young adult freedom. Diving through the future, our new understandings of suffering blend with our pleasure. We get it poppin’ to the beat while we process the new meaning of unhappiness. This introduction to the struggles of adulthood affects our ceremony of intoxication; instead of channeling love through our weekend celebrations, we mix parties with therapy.