One generation controlled by trends.

One generation controlled by the trends.
And they wonder why their hearts will never mend.
Can you love without sterotypes?
Can you kiss without saying goodbye?
Light skin, the red bone.
Dark skin, the berry sweeter than the juice.
What is wrong with our troubled youth?
You have to be light skinned to be considered cute?
You have to have straight teeth to not be considered weak?
We as people hide behind our insecurities.
Create rules to subject and accuse our enemies.
We don't endure in fantasies.
Normalcy is what we have succumb to
No wonder I've become numb too.
Spring Winter Summer Fall
Generalizing because of hurt
Not embracing our flaws.
We don't unite.
Thats how we lose.
We don't fight together.
So we are all ridiculed to abuse.
And I ask again what is wrong with our troubled youth?
One generation controlled by trends.
Full of broken hearts that will never mend.