This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at CNU chapter and does not reflect the views of Her Campus.
We, the new generation, are the dream.
We, dentist smiles and thin, diet bodies.
Fluorescent lights, hope for a star to deem
Us perfect, alive: free of all follies.
We look for something pure to make us whole,
We Guess and some find the True Religion.
We gaze at plastic mannequins, its role
As a mirror. We are a partition.
Big city lights and we sing the anthem,
Little, lonely people want to be more.
Lady liberty sees a cash phantom.
America the great, home for the poor.
We’re manic on our night street, high on smog.
Dust on our night feet, dancers on a cog.