In a world where the young voice their struggles, this poem captures the essence of a generation’s plea for understanding and change.

You blame us.

You say we are rebelling, we are nonsensical,

Over-emotional, afraid to commit

So you blatantly hijack our records, making your powers reign.

“Abortion is illegal.” well, now we have 

no choice.

“Millenials and millennial women are rebelling against 

their Gen-Y and baby boomer parents”

But we know why, the truth you hide from in your bunkers

You say, “We buy too much toast and coffee”

But have you forgotten student loans?

Or maybe you fell and forgot the peak of childcare

What about health vs. jobs

You cry and beg

But all you do is curl around us like a python

We say hello to stress as he enjoys his piggyback

Pro-child labor bill,

70 still working,

Non-disclosed salary range,

And yet you say our generation has it best

Our Paleolithic leaders need a wake-up call 

their plans are small 

They ignore the signs of a changing climate 

While the rest of us face the consequences of it all

We have it the best

So why do we struggle to find a home

Going to another country to have your futures

But a bill is what you promise us. 

Process

This poem was born from reflecting on the current governmental perspective on Generation Z. It is often proclaimed that we, the youth of today, are fortunate to be born into an era graced with technological advancements, educational opportunities, and strides toward equality. Yet, despite these apparent advantages, it feels as though we have been handed the shorter end of the stick. Our voices rise in protest, amplified by the digital world, but it begs the question: Are we truly being listened to? The expectation to labor until we’re old, while older folks criticize our spending, not seeing the tougher job market we face. The government’s pleas and laments over our generation’s hesitance to embrace traditional milestones such as parenthood and marriage seem insincere. Do they genuinely seek to understand our perspectives? Is there a willingness to meet us halfway, to foster conditions that might align with our visions for the future? And amidst this, we’re left with a planet that’s suffering, yet there’s a lack of action to save it. Instead of finding solutions here, the focus shifts to colonizing other planets. This piece is a reflection on these questions, a call for empathy, and a plea for a dialogue that might bridge the generational divide. It is a narrative of our times, capturing the essence of our collective experience as we strive to carve out our own path in a world that often seems reluctant to accommodate our dreams and realities.