Daughters and Sons of The Revolution
These are the years. The years we spend hating but that we will miss most. Such unity flows through our blood just being young and longing for the freedom that once we taste, will be a bitter discouragment. When we all wake up and we are thirty with baggage heavier than the backpacks that carry the fundamentals of our future, we will long for what we had. Wishing we could leave the house to go have that conversation at the cafe, or take comfort in the fact that our weekend will be filled with mind altered substances that break us away from a reality that we think we live in. So diverse in everyway but connected by a general age group, lack of maturity, and what is a common goal. A revolution in love and harmony. Where no skin color nor culture can divide us, despite societies preset rules that have been founded by our sheltered ansestors. We are a new. Webster has yet to define us. We have yet to define us. We are every tomorrow and we...must cherish what is now. Our Youth.
If Angie has said one great thing that I take comfort in a result to in any darkening our it is this:
"This too, shall pass"
-Angela June Cornelius
Shawn Philip Cornelius I
If Angie has said one great thing that I take comfort in a result to in any darkening our it is this:
"This too, shall pass"
-Angela June Cornelius
Shawn Philip Cornelius I