The 11th Hour

The task at hand; homework I forgot about, meh, almost; An ESSAY QUESTION, how would I change the world and make it a better place.

Okay, that’s two things I don’t want to do.

The request seems simple but doesn’t make me want to do it. Humans have been tearing the world apart forever, and will continue to destroy everything they can’t control, and even the things they do control, we break things even after we ruin them, create issues so special interest groups or have a candlelight vigil so celebrities have material for Instagram, gain Likes and go viral and ignore why they spoke up in the first place; their celebrity becomes more vital than the issues. We control extinction and compete with nature and invent God. Now we are looking at other planets.

Why?

I just emptied my backpack to fake make my lunch for tomorrow and got caught, the assignment sheet was crammed into a forgotten corner of my bag and I would have totally ignored it, I just don’t care. I don’t like writing in the first place and it is about something that I don’t think matters because it will change nothing. I am okay with the zero. Ask me something that my answer matters and maybe I would be into writing,

No wonder I have anxiety, panic attacks and don’t sleep. No wonder I don’t go looking for human contact either. Back to my room.

I want to be heard and understood just not always seen.

I am echo-fatigued by parents telling me the same thing every day, I know the routine but being talked at is not what works for me.

I could easily do the essay; I have some really good ideas but doubt I will be taken seriously. Why ask questions like that; my mind instantly considers not just the question but who is asking and what the answer would mean. I do what I need to get by until I need to do more; it’s not being lazy, it is being smart. My mind is ready for what my age can’t be, but I think my brain is lying to me or pushing me to grow.

KGOY (Kids Growing Old Younger), that’s what I call us, and trapped by the freedom of advanced technologies that allow us to reach out anywhere from the darkness and safety of our room. My friends are the same, this is who we are.

My Issue

Your generation asks our generation a question they have no intention of doing anything about, in the langue of your generation that I don’t understand.

What you are really asking? The two worlds are so different, so they can’t apply my answer, it wouldn’t make sense. It used to be music that separated generations, now it’s technology. I say technology because I don’t care about music too much, I like it but don’t obsess over it and fashion even less. It is strange to hear parents say they don’t like our music but have they heard it, so much is resampled from their music so they don’t listen. There’s a life lesson.

You gave us the technology you have come to hate and push our advancement and resent us for finding our place in the future you made by embracing your technology, another life lesson.

Remember when you were the future? What happened?

Social Media is Our Life Encyclopedia

Social media so much a part of our culture, it’s how we breathe, our identity and we never need to be out of touch with our addiction. There is a world of learning, good and bad, how to manipulate, bully and hate, but share and seek acceptance and embrace the power and influence it can have. We hide in plain sight and can create endless versions of ourselves. Our generation has an identity of anonymity; we play God and WWW. is our creative playground. In many ways, you see what you want, the same way you accuse us, so why ask me questions looking for answers you will not see?

All we know is a world that never sleeps and consumes everything, the world is a quick search away. We see more than you may know. We see corruption, racism, the bullies of industry, government and religion, we see how history repeats and how we value money over life and cures are no answer when we can pay to cope, we get it and see your real agenda so don’t pretend. We are not safe anywhere globally because of the world you placed in our hands. So is the world today that different from before, or do we just get through life stages faster? Are you happy with the world you leave behind, would your past self be proud of you now?

So, do I have an answer? Yes, I do.

Must be 9:30, I can still hear the voice of home authority telling me to tec-out and get the essay done. Does the world care if I sleep tonight? Either way, it is not getting done today. I’ll wing it in class and hand in whatever. Smash Bros is calling.

Sitting in math class, one period away from English and handing in an essay I haven’t cared to write. I’m bored and have nothing to do so I should take a shot, but I am going to write it my way.

Okay so I have put it off as long as I could I need to do something; how would I change the world? The question is still a waste of time in my opinion. To really change the world, it would make changes that no one would ever allow, the bottom line is it would have to be destroyed and rebuilt to erase all the wrong, but that is only the start.

My answer? A poem essay.

Take Away the Colors

Generations of injustice civilizations moved on
our time here is short but we have so much left to give
life struggles to create unity, and real equality is long gone
we create lies to make truth fit and justify right and wrong
this is how we live

Free enterprise and greed scare tactics and selfish need
make our actions just; our differences separate and cause miss trust
fear and hate give us the reason to exile conquer and oppress plant a viral seed
open season to sacrifice the weak shed light to the peril of the needy is a must

Our laws and religions created through conflict and greed
create our morals, discriminate and bury our sorrows,
the mightiest agenda is what we die for
the weak live for today and pray for tomorrows

Weapons of war are what destroys our resistance the Holocaust and genocide are a haunting persistence

The ones in control are who brought us here
failure is the way for the knowledge we gain
solutions for a better world are abundantly clear
the buy into reality would be for greed to refrain

They keep us in line by misinformation fake news
fear true change may never come there is no value in forgiveness

The dead can’t take the treasure they steal
we crush the less fortunate to make a strategic gain
easy to live here with your sins beware of who waits for you at the gate
take away our colors see others as our reflection
and true equality is achieved to proclaim.

Argh, well it’s done, I have mentally collapsed inside myself three times and rescued it from the garbage bin twice, but it’s done. Wrinkled and torn, this is what I will hand in.