Poet's Corner: 'Generational Rebellion'

M. Rigsby

The rebellion of a generation waves

like a banner and it shifts in the

wind like the sands of time fall to change.

Drapery unspooling in the breeze akin to

the scent of perfume originating in America,

where rebellion and societal change is born

and withstands judgmental blows.

An old mannequin takes a drag of her

cigarette, no longer being the epitome of

beauty as society has forgotten her like a

dull book.

Chilled is the steel that holds the outcasts

and cold is the windowsill that separates

them from us— but nobody will shatter the

glass for fear of the heat.

Her hair was blonde when society worshipped

it, but now it is black to match her lonely room

at night.