Night Fall 2020
Crickets were supposed to be the lullaby that sang children to sleep. The moon was supposed to be our night light. The stars were a safety net for all our dreams. Mothers and Fathers tucking in their children to sleep. Lullabies, nursery rhymes, and bedtime stories. The light and hope of childhood.
But as we grow. Yells and fights become our new lullaby. Sirens drive past. Red and blue lights is all we see through the night. Our alarm clocks and computer screens are our night lights. Mothers and Fathers don't tuck us in anymore. No more lullabies, nursery rhymes, and bedtime stories. The pain of losing hope and growing up.
Stay up to 1:00 am, writing essays that we know we will fail anyway. Trying to keep our grades up because we are told that our future depends on it. Stressed out. Anxiety at an all-time high. Mental health is declining. But they don't care about that.
We are the future. But how can we be the future if we are not here? We lost hope in humanity, a long time ago. But we now have a chance to change things.
We are Gen Z. Generation of hope. We were forced to grow up too fast. But that won't stop us now. We are the kids of a broken world, that we dream of fixing one day.