Fixing Ourselves

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I cry a lot, and one of the things I cry for the most is probably my generation. And then there are those days when we just piss me off. That happens to be like today.

What the hell are we doing with our lives?

I hate hearing seventh graders screaming "Fuck school!" because they really don't know that school is their key to success. Dropping out, hoping to end up like Lebron, ending up a freaking drug addict who can't support himself, let alone the six children he has and their six baby mamas. Thinking they'll be a rapper because every crackhead does, right? Thinking he's spitting "hot fire" when in reality, he's just puffing out that smoke from the weed he's doing. Only ever looking for "hoes" and never a respectable woman he can take home to meet his mother.

Girls claiming they want a "real man", yet dressing like the unsaved Mary Magdalene of 2014 at fourteen. Having sex at twelve and having babies at sixteen. How are you gonna raise a child when you're one yourself? Claiming how you're looking for a good man while calling yourself a "bad bitch". Who the hell do you expect to take you seriously? You already made it clear what you are.

Am I the only one sensing that something is wrong?

If I decide to call them all out on their bullshit, they'd call me a hater.

A hater with intelligence and a damn bright future.

Oh.

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