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World Full of Bodies


Stereotype me all you want.

You have no idea what my future holds.

I inspire to use the pain you've brought me,

to grow into someone better than you.

For I am the current generation.

We are evolving, whether you like it or not.

Eventually, you'll be gone and I will thrive.

Next time you stereotype me into your corrupted boxes,

remember this generation will always be better than the last 

and the next will be better than current.

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B. A.

Young Poet with old thoughts. LGBT member. Activist. Scientist. Teen.

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