Trends plague my generation

  Trends is a general category that plagues my generation, but is nothing short of false to say that all trends are included. Fashion trends causes women or teenagers to wear short shorts and see through shirts, men fashion trends tend to increase or decrease their ability to be seen as attractive. Females if you're natural or weave is your best friend, you have to have the high and thin arched eyebrows, and light pink lipstick along with your rose pink blush. It seems some females can't get the naturally cute guys without wearing the see through shirts with a lace back and high heels. The fashion trends either say you're apart of the in-crowd or if you need to dress like the in-crowd; the in-crowd dresses high priced and platforms that are considered poor taste in my opinion. Also, your taste in music/clothing can pre-determine the guy/woman you're going to get with the game he spits or the girl with the jeans that have splits. A man who records his spoken word dedicates his poetry to females that master twerking and bad b****es, who tells them they impress the "high ballers" (guys who flaunt their paycheck and taxes) rather than the broke men that'll respect them.

  Sex, which has crazed my generation into freshmen and sophomores in high school getting pregnant. As a guy, the more conquests you've conquered increase your popularity with the college students that play the same game but changed the rules. I believe college students made an bad impression on my generation because we tend to dress like them, act or dance like them. This generation would rather generate the appearance as attractive rather than respectable and mature.

Approaching... PROM!

Prom is steadily approaching, and prices of them tickets are rising. I have yet to secure my date for prom, the car I choose to step out of, my shoes, and hairstyle for the special occasion. You might ask, why is the car so important? i would answer by saying that the car shows how much you or your date spent on the special occasion, most people go traditional with the limo, since their seen as a type of luxury car. What car would I step out of? I'm deciding on whether I want to step outy of a Dodge Charger or a Dodge Magnum.

Choosing the perfect hairstyle is key to your outfit, it your hair is a flop then so is your prom outfit. You don't want to go with anything too long or too short. Too long hair could be hassle to dance with, you may sweat it out, or somebody might get envios and pull it out.  Below you'll see a TOO long hairstyle and a TOO short hairstyle that'll throw off your prom dress:

 

I could only get one example of hair that doesn't go wit the dress. People need to consider their jaw-dropping hair color with their "unique" dress color, that you know nobody will be wearing at Prom. The rest of the disasters that could occur at prom will be discussed in my sequel "PROM DISASTERS!"

My Household (Random poems describing my family)

MOM

by Willaim A Predeau

You were there when I got hurt To kiss the pain away And always made things better So I could go and play When I started school that first year You walked with me every day And helped me shed the fears I had That my world had gone away Every year as I grew older And ventured out away from home I knew you’d always be there No matter how far I’d roam The years have gone by so quickly And things have changed for us all But the love I still have for you Mom Is the same love as when I was small http://www.ellenbailey.com/poems/ellen_468.htm

What Father Knows by Edgar A. Guest My father knows the proper way The nation should be run; He tells us children every day Just what should now be done. He knows the way to fix the trusts, He has a simple plan; But if the furnace needs repairs We have to hire a man. My father, in a day or two, Could land big thieves in jail; There's nothing that he cannot do, He knows no word like "fail." "Our confidence" he would restore, Of that there is no doubt; But if there is a chair to mend We have to send it out. All public questions that arise He settles on the spot; He waits not till the tumult dies, But grabs it while its hot. In matters of finance he can Tell Congress what to do; But, O, he finds it hard to meet His bills as they fall due. It almost makes him sick to read The things law-makers say; Why, father's just the man they need; He never goes astray. All wars he'd very quickly end, As fast as I can write it; But when a neighbor starts a fuss 'Tis mother has to fight it. In conversation father can Do many wondrous things; He's built upon a wiser plan Than presidents or kings. He knows the ins and outs of each And every deep transaction; We look to him for theories, But look to Ma for action. http://poetry.about.com/od/poems/l/blguestfather.htm

 

Having a sister in your life can either be a wonderful or terrible experience, depending on your relationship. If you have an older sister and you are a girl, she can often show you how to navigate the way through some of the more difficult areas of growing up. This is also true if you are a boy. Your older sister can help explain to you how to interact with the opposite sex. Younger sisters are a joy as well. They often worship their older siblings and it can be a nice experience to be admired. Relationships with sisters, like any relationship depend on the people involved.

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Source: Sister Poems - Poems about Sisters http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/family/sister-poems.asp#ixzz2Pyi8wrVI
www.FamilyFriendPoems.com     Little Brother BY
Robert Service

Wars have been and wars will be Till the human race is run; Battles red by land and sea, Never peace beneath the sun. I am old and little care; I'll be cold, my lips be dumb: Brother mine, beware, beware . . . Evil looms the wrath to come. Eastern skies are dark with strife, Western lands are stark with fear; Rumours of world-war are rife, Armageddon draweth near. If your carcase you would save, Hear, oh hear, the dreadful drum! Fly to forest, cower in cave . . . Brother, heed the wrath to come! Brother, you were born too late; Human life is but a breath. Men delve deep, where darkly wait Sinister the seeds of death, There's no moment to delay; Sorrowing the stars are blind. Little Brother, how I pray You may sanctuary find. Peoples of the world succumb . . . Fly, poor fools, the WRATH TO COME!

http://allpoetry.com/poem/8460207-Little_Brother-by-Robert_W_Service

Damn

I have to walk around high school with this blonde and black hair, that could either be considered as cute or a mess. In my opninion, I think it's too light for my Deep Mocha Foundation colored face. I have seen females walk around with purple, pink, orange, yellow, and green hair and laughed at them not knowing that later on I would be one with this wild colored hair. I am ashamed of the monstrosity on my head that I have to walk around with until the glue wears out. People stare and whisper, like I don't know what they're talking about, it saddens me that people haven't matured into the mature women they claim to be. I have worn better, so I blame myself for not telling her the color, I blame myself for letting her continue, I blame myself for not staying natural.

Challenges I Face

I face challenges that some call ordinary. Chores, Birthday plannigs, party plannigs, church outreach, dance practice, praise team practice, then having to prevent my sisteer from killing my nephew....