Morphological Confetti

Poetry Collection Progress: Researching African American Vernacular English  (AVE) Over the past two days, I have been researching language in the black community. I find it at its purest in the music. It is a source of inspiration in my poetry.  In listening to soul/r&b, and the blues, I can hear the history of African American English in the United States. Some disregard it as poor English or "Ebonics", but I find it as rich and beautiful as those who first recognized its value and importance. Enjoy your weekend. I'll talk to you soon. Peace~

This world has changed so dramatically in the past 10 years that I don't think that I understand it anymore. I am just getting to the point where I truly don't understand anyone born after 1981. I know...it's a different generation. I am a product of the X generation according to those who determine this type of thing. I remember not feeling like I was even a part of my own generation when I was a teenager. Where does that leave people like me? I am consumed with existential thought whenever this topic skips across my mind. Who am I? Why am I here? Who in the hell are these people; This current "Y" Generation? I will say that they are a group that has their own voice. They are reinventing how things are presented, packaged and stated. Where did that all come from? Well, their words and ways of expression really reflect the current society. As a matter of fact, It is the very society that the previous generations created. So, why are the older generations angry, up...