The Girl with the Cherry Blossom Trousers

I and my friends do think, discuss and protest.
Our ideas and opinions are fluid – not hard wired.

But we are insultingly called ‘Generation Snowflake’.
Because we think with our hearts and are empathetic

I will tell you a haiku from the tender soles of my feet.

                   We are the snowflakes
             not the crystallised hailstones
                       raining viciously.

Onto our heads – hard cruel pellets of disdain.

             Piercing my pavement pillow
                     with shivers of ice.

And sending my friends running for cover – from you!