Welcome back to the nineties,

my restless zombies, please

stop saying your same old apologies.

Please trade in the oldies for the goodies,

new memories. Come as you are, my

sweet American beauties: ladies, kiddies,

rookies, yankees and rednecks. Please

don't cut your wrist, true love does exist

in the sound of music. It smells like a teenage

spirit up in here. Nirvana is rising up once again,

Kurt cobain speaks to the coldest of hearts, a tin man.

Sin isn't cool so don't be a fool by not going to school,

church. Welcome back to the nineties, Tupac is back and Biggie

getting giggy with it once again giving a voice to black power.

Britney Spears stands as tall as tower, never once to be made

lower than the angels. Britney Spears doesn't shed alot of tears

for the golden years are still yet to come for her. N'Sync and the backstreet

boys stand on the world stage turning another page in the story of my life.

I was born in nineteen ninety and yet my age doesn't stop me from dreaming.

I am so young, but I still know the difference between right and wrong. I

am so young, but I still know the difference of what it means to be weak

and strong. I am so young, but I still know the difference between

a bad song and a good song. Long live, Evanescence and Sarah Mclachlan,

their songs help me to survive in this chaotic world of mine.