- Vol. 04
- Chapter 04
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!