If You Disapprove of This Generation

Oblivious to reality

Being a 21st century teen

I care less about real life

Rather, I’m glued to a screen.

 

Ticking away and chatting

Earphones blasting all day long

Ignoring my elders all the time

The youth is in the wrong.

 

Now that pleased adults have left

Clicked off my poem, mumbling

Obscenities about my generation

‘Good for nothing’ I’m sure they’re grumbling.

 

Of course, there’s lovely people

Who aren’t like them, I’m sure

But you must agree, there’s lots

Smug and whiny, opinions obscure

 

Kids in 2018 aren’t as monstrous

As by the public we’re often seen

Yes, some things we do are cringy

But once, weren’t you also thirteen?

 

Always on their cell phones!

Is a point that you might raise

But isn’t posting a selfie better

Than being a racist, sexist laze?

 

In fact isn’t it a shame

From a five minute video I learn more

Than sitting for seven hours in a room

Listening to some frightful bore?

 

Hair pinned back and skirts pleated

What a pleasing sight to see

Spit out crammed information in exams

Lo and behold! You have a degree!

 

These video games promote violence!

Scoffs a grandma somewhere

Well, serial killers existed quite before

Mortal kombat was there.

 

Too outspoken! No respect!

Some of you might wail angrily

We aren’t the ones shouting at retail

Lowering workers’ morale, are we?

 

My classmate: bright and gentle

You couldn’t meet someone sweeter

Whimpers at the sight of a bad grade,

Afraid her mom will beat her.

 

Another is a boy who loves to dance

His ambitions in ballet clear

But scared of father’s disapproval

He studies to become an engineer.

 

The future is doomed, some complain

These kids are clearly no good

Mam, take a look at the present

Is it doing as well as it should?

 

Disclaimer: all elders aren’t like this

But there’s many who are, truly!

Many are lucky to have good parents

We’ll make you proud, we’re not unruly

 

But if you stick to backdated ideals

And still think children are out of whack

Do young individuals a favour

And cut us a little bit of slack.

 

We’ll voice our opinions, aid our friends

(What a lot of you don’t want us to do)

But I’m afraid we must rise up

Else (I’m sorry), we might end up like you.

**mic drop**

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The Youngest Child

I suppose in the elder’s eyes,

The youngest seems to have it best

Always pampered, always loved

Cared for more than the rest.

But we, the smallest siblings

Know that’s far from the truth

And now I’ll list before you

The drawbacks of our youth.

No matter what they say,

Elders are given utmost respect

“They’re older and know better!”

While we’re treated with neglect.

An opinion of a youngster

Is instantly dismissed

If the big one’s got a view

Ours ceases to exist.

They say age is just a number

Yet, when yours is greater

What you say is dead-on

Mine can be tended to later.

Elder siblings are full of envy

Had stricter parents, harsher rule

They ensure you’re treated the same

Go out of their way to be cruel.

“When I was her age,” they’ll yell

“I didn’t have a phone!”

They’ll exaggerate for our downfall

To compensate for their own.

Mum and Dad will exclaim

“Oh you’re right, yes yes,”

And we’re robbed of potential treats

My sister’s true nature they’ll never guess.

In front of relatives, they’re angels

Wearing halos round their head

But when they leave, that halo

Is used as a lasso on me instead.

So now that you’re aware

Of my story of partial woe

The truth about being

The youngest- now you know!