The Others - A Poem by Katie

I feel the pulse of the others
And inhale sharply with my peers
We, the generation
Of freedom to love, to be
And fear

I sense them
They are confused
So much information without interpretation
So much love matched with loss

They enjoy freedom
That our mothers bled for
They enjoy freedom
And are scared to bleed too

I come from lawyers and military men
And now I feel the pulse
I feel our oxygen
I feel us: We who live defiantly