We’ve got critics.
Cynics in the crowd that are mocking our every move
Peering at us with tight lips, fists that are gripped, and a hat-tipped gaze.
They are reviewing our inherent and unwary ways.
But days pass by and we still carry on.
Even though we are worn
From words, that Mama said would never hurt us
Our purpose is determined
So we will stand strong with courage-
Attempting to be unburdened by the current.
Because we’ve got critics
Skittish mimics who slink along in shadowed places
Picking on races, faith and, well, anything basic.
It makes us brainsick to watch their archaic ways
It could be hysterical, if it wasn’t so damn hateful.
But we will bear it, refusing to fall short
Sorting through the refuge and waste
Until we uncover our own sacred place.
And there will always be critics
Keyboard warriors who stand strong behind
A cyber interface—
A birthplace for anonymous and unwarranted hate
The gateway for nonsense to be transformed into
And that’s okay,
Because it’s not for us to berate
We need not be skeptics of this forlorn state
If you listen to one thing I’m going to say
Know that judgement is addictive,
Evicted imaginings from predispositions.
All that is envisioned from our haters own
They will try to steal our happiness, our wisdom, our faith
Our unending conviction for our futures fate.
Yet we will choose to turn away
Continuing to plunge forwards in our freethinking ways
The negative haze will not discourage us
Only give us strength.
Because we will forever have these critics
Cynics in the crowd jeering our actions with a hat-tipped gaze
Crazed by the fact that we’ve forged our own way
Using their rules
As our own personal foreplay.
We will be brilliant
The players of our age
However disgraced by those who couldn’t accept the change.
Engraved by some as the outcast
…But by some as the brave.
And the naysayers indeed in the end
Will inadvertently show us what we need to see.
So we beg of you please
To all of our critics
Never quit us.