Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #506
My Parents' Generation by Belinda Roddie My parents' generation isn't "fine" - it's not the golden standard of success, nor is it indicative of a line of stability (well, save for a check and an actual house they could afford). We did not make up these genders or thoughts: they were always there, but the boomers' sword of choice was gutting all the things we've fought for. Freedom to be one's self was our choice to earn, and if only our parents had been raised to love and embrace ev'ry voice that was a little neon glitter clad. We know our neuroses and limits now, while last generation doesn't know how.
