We arm our children with guns,
Meant to self destruct.
As if puberty wasn’t enough.
We tie their hands behind their backs,
And tell them to climb a tree.
We give them unrealistic standards;
And expect them to succeed.
Beauty is up for interpretation,
With different shades and hues,
So why have we told her-
She’s not beautiful.
We’ve told him to be a man,
That he can never cry-
And therefore he’s become desensitized.
We wonder what’s wrong with our kids-
But don’t bother to look into their broken families,
Without dads and moms.
So explain to me,
How this is our fault-
When the only hand we’ve been dealt;
Is a broken one.
We’re not to blame-
We came into the world this way.
All of the damage done-
Has been initiated by the generations before us.