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Lost Millennial Generation

We don’t know who we are anymore.

We were lost in the sea. No lost on land.

Just lost.

This is the cost we must pay, despite the fact we did not run up this tab. We were never here to destroy the world that we live in. Instead just born into the corrupt environment that they blame us for. This is why we are lost. What can we give of ourselves when we are too busy fixing the mistakes of those before us. How can we identify when the world cries. How can we prove our worth as a generation. We are healing the scars of generations but it is a slow journey. We are seeking the knowledge abandoned by the mighty white conquerors but much is lost. We are creating a place safer for the fluctuating definition of what life means to us, but it is met by cruelty. So yes we are lost, but not by our doing. We are trapped in the cycle of fixing and fixing. Taking what messes they that came before us made and making miracles. Reshaping the complexity and uniqueness of humanity. Voicing the history of those forgotten. Understanding each other better. We take care of you, we save you, we protect you. Still we are lost only guided by bitterness, fear, and judgement from the mess makers before us.

Still we are lost, the me among the rest of the Millennials. Lost fixing and being the best of ourselves under the weight of generations. ~ Jade 🌵

Untitled (2017)

Written 11/05/17

If I could live like a dream catcher, filtering out the bad of the world I would. 

I would leave with pretty memories, and a beautiful story. 

My words would wrap around like hug, in times where a loving soul was needed. 

My voice could be a balm, a soothing presence in your dark hours. 

If my heart would be your cure, I would gladly give it. 

If my hands could protect you, I would gladly do it. 

In a place so bad, I wish I was a dream catcher. I wish I was the stars, and I wish I was a beautiful gem. Anything at all to be a joyous voice, in a bleak moment. To remind you at all times, why you mattered so much. Why you are appreciated, why you are worthy of love, why your dreams can be a reality. You inspire many, you make a difference, you are a spark in winter. 

You are not to blame, never at all. Let me remind you to stand tall. Your soul, is something to behold and admire. No matter how dark and dire, know that you are loved. Know that this voice you hear loves, and would be your dream catcher. 

I trusted your Silence (2017)

Written 08/25/17

If I waited all day would it make it better?

Would time stop, for my patience?

I wonder these days

In plenty of ways

Why my advocacy is aside

For this privilege of white pride

I am certain my voice

Is not less than yours,

I am certain my rights,

Are not political chores

I am certain equality,

Should not be barred at every door

While I sit at cusp of turmoil

Between the historical self,

The professional self, 

And then just myself

I question again who I am

Under the silence of the watchers

Who stand still through oppression

Whose voice is rendered mute in fear

While thousands lose those they hold dear

Still it’s expected that my advocacy

Remain on hold

Surely i can understand

and do as I’m told

The statues are heritage

This is true,

But the very nature of their monument

Is on the backs of slaves

They erupted out of violence 

And you expect me to be okay

When I walk by everyday

With the weight of second class

Citizenship, the erasure of rights

The erasure of me baring down

No. 

I refuse, get these ugly pieces of

American history out of town.

Leave it to the books,

Keep our history there so the

Future can learn,

Otherwise the world we praise

Will disappear into a hateful haze

I let your silence slip by once

And look what happened

To a country of freedom

Pushing for walls

And cultural falls

That silence you  keep

left America in a sin too deep

 

My Friend you Inspire me (2016)

Written 12/03/16

I don't like that you give up on yourself. I don't like that I can't help you and I wish I was a better friend. I want to be a person that can inspire you to live on, but I can't even inspire myself to live. I wish that things would get better, I wish you could see the survivor that I see. 

I know the world has his troubles and I know it is difficult to wake up each day, but one-day things will get better. One day you'll find a genuine smile, one day you'll love somebody worth it, one day you'll realize what a good friend you are. One day you will feel valued, one day you will see the amazing things you have done. 

I want to apologize for being naïve enough to think that I could help you and that I could encourage you to be the best person that you could be. I was wrong..I can't encourage you properly when I can't encourage myself and it's not right for me to lie. I'm lying when I say I'm a good example for survivor cause I'm really not. I am merely a facade of humanity. 

These nights alone are a hell created by the mind. I can sympathize because I know what it's like to wake up and suffer the idea of living and it's difficult to walk with confidence, pride, and joy. It's difficult to believe in the things that are positive and healthy when you are everything that it is not. It's difficult to be something you don't feel anymore. It's difficult to lie. 

We deserve better. We deserve to be the best versions of ourselves that we can be and I don't know if being friends with me it's toxic or if I am any help at all I don't know if I inspire you to fly or discourage you but for me you do inspire me. You're living is an inspiration to me and I want you to know this. You inspire me and you matter.