This Generation

They say roses grow from concrete

Maybe that's why my growth isn't complete

My life is seen to be worthless

Like it cost less

But to me it's priceless

My life and mind has been controlled

But now it has finally taken a toll

WE WILL be what they say we can't be

So let's rise up and let them see

We will not conform to the negativity

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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