The Poisoned Youth

We are the poisoned youth.
We have spite in our blood
and our blood flows
like the anger in our minds.  
Our heart palpates with the fear of our loved ones.
We are the poisonous youth.
We are the poisoned girls.
With pink in our hair
and dimples in our cheeks.
We have spite in our blood,
and our blood flows
Like anger in our minds.
Our hearts beat with the love of our fellow women.
We are the poisonous girls.

But we poisoned girls are also poisoned boys.
With blue in our bruises and punched-in teeth.
We have spite in our blood that flows like the anger in our minds.
Our hearts beat with the passion of our fellow boys.
We are the poisonous boys.
We are pink and blue and red with the scabs and scars of our fallen ancestors.
The ones who were told that they weren’t allowed to exist but did anyway.
The ones who are in the history book with nothing but a mugshot and obituary.
The ones who were tied burned at the stake. The ones with cracked blood vessels as an aftermath of a hate crime.
The anger runs long and it runs deep.
You see why we are the poisoned turned poisonous.
 We are people that are girls and boys and everything in between and nothing at all.
 No matter what we are the poisoned youth.