
(Or, what blatant disrespect really means)
Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Angst - Words: 167 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 02-26-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3104420
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We came into class, eyes closed, mouths open
sat in those steel gray chairs with those black pink gray cushions
expecting unity and no need to learn-
we're not here for history, maps
not for that – we're here
to connect and catch up an chat and cheat
and none of us appreciate your effort to teach about
bus-boycotts-freedom-summers-black-votes-wars
because we have crushes-and-finals-and-parents-and
who care who came before because the time is now
though the past will set us free and we should never forget
but this generation, we don't wanna here about
how great and brave and inspiring your parents were
because we are new and just as
great and inspiring and brave
and fuck it, we'll change it now
with our rolling eyes and phones
that'll bring down a whole world with one singe text
while we sit in out beds with our laptops in tangled, bed-covered legs
so bored, so cold, so full of breath -
we disconnect
go damn
the time is no
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