"So, maybe we’re the generation of the selfie, but we’re also the generation that grew up in a..."

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"So, maybe we’re the
generation of the selfie,
but we’re also the generation
that grew up in a..."

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So, maybe we’re the

generation of the selfie,

but we’re also the generation

that grew up in a tainted,

Photoshopped world

with every impossible beauty standard

shoved down our throat

through a tube

because eating has become

a guilty pleasure

and condemning beauty ideals

won’t go straight to our thighs.

And if, by chance,

we are able to destroy the

demons that you’ve planted

inside of us with your

constant advertisements and rules

that play behind our eyelids and

take root in our brains,

then let us take our fucking pictures

and capture that moment when

we felt beautiful because all this world

has taught us is that

our beauty is the greatest

measure of our worth.

Scoff at our phones all you like,

these delicate extensions of

our fingers, but know that

through this technology

that you couldn’t even

begin to understand,

we have smudged the entire

world with our fingerprints.

We are the generation of knowledge,

and we are learning more than

any that came before us.

So, frown at my typing fingers;

I am using them to grasp power

by the throat.

Try to invalidate us,

but we’ve heard our

parents talking about

the world’s crashing and burning

since we had sprung from the womb.

We know you’ve fucked up,

and we’re angry about it-

the kind of anger that

fuels knowledge,

that I feel in my veins every time

I read the news from my phone

before school,

that sticks in my throat like honey

in a debate;

the kind of anger that simmers,

that sharpens teeth into daggers,

that makes this generation more dangerous

than you could have ever imagined.