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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