We The Millennials
A poem on the futility of millennial relationships
My first ever poem.
Death was fertiliser in the soil
And sweat was the rain.
Off the backs of blood and pain, our seeds were allowed to germinate.
But what do we have to show?
But fear of the known
It used to be a sin
To love someone, of different skin
Hetrosexuality wasn’t just normality
but the only absolute truth.
A road to marriage was the only route.
Back in that time people died
For the ones they wanted to lay with at night.
But now casual sex is what is expected
The market must be tried and tested.
Otherwise have you really lived life?
Will one type of fish really suffice?
Really? For the REST of your life!?
Some of us hold tight to our virtue,
Which is wavered and bent by the tides of disinterest and misfortune.
Nothing in this day and age is not tried when purchased,
After dates, it is expected to be serviced.
We are conditioned to be soulmate blind
Just because someone isn’t our type.
Tinder is THE number one dating app
But people get thrown off balance when its used for exactly that.
But I’ll be your Tinderella for tonight, I whisper in your ear
Lets write our own fairytale , drunk on drugs and beer.
And who said romance was dead?
If you got the good good we can do it again
But if you’ve got the good good maybe not, you may catch feelings instead?
So when they leave, it’s just you alone
Breathing in that sex cologne
Already craving for the next one
“oh this is just normal fun”
But in reality we all fucking hate it
Even though this, we are afraid to admit
Just wasting time till we can find the one who makes us commit.
But when we do find that one we’re too busy playing games
Too afraid to dance in with the flames
Forever waiting, yearning for the next best thing
But when we find them we only want a fling.
Such an endless pointless game we have made
Too proud to quit so we maintain the facade.
We will never be truly satisfied
The sex will never settle our appetite
But it is the drug of choice when self medicating
While past experiences we always try replicating
Laughing about it all with our friends.
Together we play pretend.
When in reality they’re just as lonely as us
And just as afraid to finally speak up
Like wanting to love is something to be ashamed of.
Crusaders fought for the rights we take and don’t recognise
How can the generation of free knowledge be so unwise?
Are we that afraid to love that one night stands suffice?
But they’re never only for a night, there is always a price.
We the millennials
A generation of cowards
Why are we this way?
Forever second guessing situations
Forever unhappy but so afraid.
Yes, we are the millennials!
This is our way
Loneliness and self- deprecation will be our legacy
ZUVA is an award-winning Leeds based spoken word artist, poet and freelance writer.
She is the editor of An Injustice! A intersectional millennial publication. Check here for now to join!