*what a generation*

the pureness of infantile feelings...

reminiscings of the past..mannnn

living it up…

we thought we were it, thought

we were the proverbial

ish…

we were the music, the bi, bop and bannnnggg

of a generation…

a generation

that fostered well-done up,

cosmetic, celluloid

images of complete incompletionnnnnnnn….

we were the

certified,

validated, affirmed, and most

infirmed set of

‘beautiful ones…’ so

beautiful

we were horrendous in reality…a reality we’d

never known…one

that was a far-fetched

concept to we…we

were enchanted with our own powers…our own smell..we had

swag and more swag

we dougie’d thru life…we dannnnnced

pass responsibility…

cause in our glittering world of high fashion…kanye west-ian like attitudes and

nonchalant…say whats? we were the cool…the

acid you snorted that

gave you the pleasant distorted view of life…it made no sense

and we liked it like that…we

liked not really being taken serious,

liked the fact that most

couldn’t get with

us…

you couldn’t…

…truth was and is…we couldn’t get without ourselves…

reality was generation x

did us injustice,

teachin’ us how to misplace

reality and our bags

of responsibility/accountability for the likes of this

fakery to which

we’d not only become accustomed…but yo we

became skilled practitioners…

skillful in our

executions…we immersed ourselves in a world of sex, television, fashion, and

just plain stupidity…but we…were…fly…doin’…it!

we got it going!

we blew minds…our minds

were blown...

we were…sex personified…liberation sexually..doin

anything and anyone we could…blaming it on

‘freedom of expression,’ and

‘I’m just doing me,’ ‘I’m just discovering me’

not realizing we were loosing we

we were loosing

and it was cool ‘cause our swagga

allowed us to look

real good in

our foolishness.

our trends dictated by the most

popular choices…the most popular

entertainers…people we feted

people we piled high on

pedestals…people

that would never know us…never pay any attention to us…but

yo we did that….and we loved it…

loved inventin our own rules…

loved these moments of stylish anarchy…

…it made no sense

and we liked it like that…we

liked not really being taken serious,

liked the fact that most

couldn’t get with

us…

and…

…truth was and is…we couldn’t get without ourselves…

a generation of the unknown…..

©2011/bloodspeaks