I own an uncommon belief. That,

My generation, perhaps,

Is one of the strongest.

 

Of course i understand you are shocked, but look at us.

Really look at us.

The young people beside you,

Millennial wheelbarrows full of their own,

Voice

We own nothing but our voice.

 

We were born directly into a grate.

The whole world, peering down over our edges,

They saw that we couldn’t be contained.

So our edges got filed down as far as possible,

 

Removing the foundation created us a round surface

but round surfaces create revolutions.

This revolution is the new evolution

Of the human race,

But it’s not a race.

 

We’re in this together you see,

My generation is in this world together with all the others.

At a point however, we are just circles being told to sit straight.

But A circle cannot stand still, can’t stand steady, can't settle down

 

So we roll, you see

My generation overcomes adversary.

We make the best of every circumstance.

Were circles that forbidden to dance

 

So as we learned to get our balance,

Learning to stand was of course the challenge.

To make it worse, We found ourselves with needles and thumb tacks stuck in our tires.

They want us to sit still, they want us to stay still, but the needles just fueled our fire.

 

So we spoke up,

as the tacs drained our air,

We would combust just to breathe,

We learned to feel without without seeing.

 

They finally believed they stopped our movement.

But My generation, you see, overcomes

The adversary.

We, saw the new perspective.

If we can’t roll, we will sing.

 

My generation is a generation of different rounded shapes with pin-pricked skin.

My generation sings through the scars they’ve been given.

 

My generation learned to roll when we couldn’t stand,

learned to sing when we couldn’t roll,

My generation learned to breathe without air, you see,

 

My generation

Has climbed mountains without legs.

We found voices without breath.

We built a city without arms.

 

We are the wheels for tomorrow.

 

My generation, you see,

My generation, is strong.

 

Then, there are those who say,

They’ve shaped us. Of course, they have.

Grated us down to the bare minimum of what we could possibly be

They wanted to see us struggle the immense weight of society.

 

They were a sculptor, widdling us down, cracking us open,

They made us feel less than what we are

 

They started with a whole granite block,

And were told to make a statue

They gave us a rock

And told us to make it fly

 

But we made 3d printers

Because we're tired of seeing things be made less of

To be useful.

We're building up from the ground for a change.

 

Their mistakes are ours to handle.

So, We’ve become strong on our own.

Handle bars can only drive a bike if it has wheels,

So we handle ourselves, manage on our own,

And drive forward for a change.

 

To stand without foundation is a learned talent, that no one

but my generation has.

This is because no one else has had to teach themselves

How to hold one another.

You see, We stand for ourselves for each other.