image from Hikaya series by Susan Zayed
Generations
Caitie Young
generations exist in
prisms.
light swallows
the dark.
and i
heard that we can change
if we want to.
gun shots fired.
country in flames.
my sister
told me from a blue bubble
that my parents
were crying.
we don’t call each other.
we exist on our screens and
in our scrolls.
generations exist in
prisons.
“never again” in
America means
“never the same exact way”
and camps
become cages.
i still believe i have to.
if you are quiet enough
you can hear the
sound of trauma.
it is the car starting and the car not starting.
love yourself.
the world is
not made to.
Caitie L. Young (@caitie_my_lady) is a poet and fiction writer in Kent, Ohio.