Young People Are Making A Statement

When we hold hands, we’re making a statement
When we kiss, we’re making a statement,
When I wear this, we’re making a statement,
When I sigh and complain, we’re making a statement
When I post online, we’re making a statement
When I pursue a career path, we’re making a statement.
Young people are making a statement.

We’re all over the news,
They’re fascinated by what we’re into,
We’re twitter, instagram posts, and being peng,
We’re going to be in charge but we’re not sure when,
We definitely want something but we’re not sure what it is,
We’re into grime music not rock,
We’re LGBT+ as fuck,
Young people are on protests,
Young people vote corbyn,
Young people don’t care,
Are disengaged on what to do,
Young people want more than,
Any other age group,
Young people are making a statement.

We’re making a statement, in every action,
We’re making a statement, there’s no detracting,
From how much of an impact any ripple will have,
However much we do, we’re careful it’s not bad,
We’re challenging, putting ourselves out there,
Every second we exist, it’s like it’s a dare,
An affront, to be judged, to be explained, scrutinised,
And if it comes out bad we’ll be despised,
Denied access, told we don’t understand,
Told, our future is in our own hands,
Young people are making a statement.

How quickly, how slickly a demographic is judged,
The smaller the data, the more spectacularly smudged,
A sample can be,
That’s why when I cry, we’re making a statement,
At high rate of anxiety and depression, making that statement,
I wish that when I did something, for once, it wasn’t a statement.
That it was just an action, entirely free,
Not an expression of how I’m happy,
Free me of my context,
Take me out of this generational contest.
But there’s no denying,
Young people are making a statement.