I Am The Voice Poem by Kayt Krepcho

I am the voice of the new generation, vying for the attention of the world. I am all the collected voices that shake and rattle in my bones and ooze from the corners of my eyes. I am the girl who cries when she looks in the mirror. I am the boy that wants to touch another boy. I am the sixteen year old mother who just wanted something to do. I am the growling sound in the microphones and the feedback before the concert; everyone puts theirs to their ears and winces. I am the loitering punk outside the movie theater, dressed in black, chains over chains over chains. I am a weed smoking, heroin using, meth monster. I am everything. I am dying from HIV. I am starving, freezing, boiling. I am indulgent. My tastes are expensive. I like pistachio froth on my grilled chicken fillet. I like my portions small because it gives me the illusion of wealth and balance. I don’t cut my hair, wear pants, or makeup because God won’t love me. I am outraged by the close-mindedness of religious groups. I am a soldier/ a doctor/ a lawyer/ a teacher/ a student. I am the girl who likes to feel her blood drip, drip, drip. I stare, I stare, I stare, I stare at back lit screens and my brain feels quiet and non-existent. I am ignorant by choice. All our huddling masses with our simple inhaling and exhaling, we are a sea of undulating motion. Every thing inside of me wiggles and squirms to break free from this shell. Every thing around me could burn, burn, burn down. I want to watch it. I want to lose it all. I want to be free of the people, these things, this place. I want to be free of myself. I want limitless possibility, uninterrupted existence. I want to know who I would be without the pressure of conformity. I am the voice of the new generation, vying for the attention of this world.