Millennial Ephemera

You put away childish things and swallowed your creativity when you came of age. You forgot that you were more than just another person. You took a razor to the reality of your difference and decided that to fit in you would become another member of a society that didn’t approve of you. And then you, on top of it all, you stopped dreaming and that’s when your life ended.Sure, you still live and breathe and drink and entertain yourself horizontally but your life, it ended when you were a child. Do you want to laugh and smile again without the need for social lubricant and self-deprecation?Poetry isn’t an expression of someone else’s truth. It’s an invitation to look in the mirror, not at your lipstick or even at the particular brand of stiletto feminism you’ve imagined will save you from the lust of each male you encounter today. It’s a personally-addressed question to give yourself permission in this moment, this place, this state of self to stop being acceptable and start being happy.You want to smile, don’t you?