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”.