scarred by firm fists ...
they sing and dance and seek more ~
sprouts of a new spring?
I’m still young,
yet I keep searching for my childhood.
Funny, isn’t it?
I sit with Papa,
and listen to Grandpa’s stories—
their world felt freer than mine.
Why was I born
in this new generation?
We are Gen Z,
lost in screens,
in fake love,
in quiet rooms.
I want to run outside,
to feel the sun, the dust—
but I’m stuck
inside four walls.
Still, somewhere inside,
I want to run barefoot...
But I don’t know what I’m missing—
but it hurts like it was mine once.
I have a PHD in phraseology
I am a nonchalant OG
This is how Gen Z would describe me
As for The Ick
The drama in a relationship
The one you don't want to be with
And the fam can be a bro
Or anyone who is close
TFW you make a toast
You don't want to catch these hands
Or throw shade
Or be ghosted by lover's tirade
Ok boomer enough with your cred
Enough with trying to fit in with what's said
Says Gen Z to Gen X
What battle-worn baby boomers lived through
Gentle Gen Z rug rats don’t have a clue.
Growing up street smart in subdivision
Without much parental supervision.
Boomers devoured books and magazines,
While Gen Z distil life thrills from their screens.
Going outdoors? Too much hassle whereat
Life downloads faster in an online chat.
Boomers had to climb to reach the summit -
“Too long to bother”, say Gen Z, “Damn it!”
Boomers’ love connections - hard at first sight,
Compared to Tinder swiping left or right.
OMG! Gen Z dares to attach
To someone who, in fact, is not a match.
With boomers arduous life played hard to get:
Before achieving breakthrough, break a sweat.
Gen Z have it all savvy and clever,
Their creed is wifi speed, faster than ever.
Solutions to life hurdles? Browse the net!
Sophisticate AI - better yet.
In short, the generation gap in place
As history repeats, fast forward pace.
But we unconditionally love you,
As grandparents and baby boomers too!
My spirit is broken down
But still I'm shouting reject
Hope all that Gen-Z has
Everyday praying for better days
Oh God of all creation
Living standards is beyond our means
Everybody is preaching peace
But there's no peace in the ghettos
No justice for Liberators
True soldiers six feet beneath
No Tom and Jerry plays in the streets
Mr. Leader better be real
So many mouths to feed
Ghettos can't even pay them bills
Poverty truly a disease
See hoodlums turning into goons
What happened to your manifesto
I wonder is democracy in your freewill
surviving_pawn
In the West and in the East
The Lost Boys are yearning
Not just to fly and live free
But to be whole
To know family and love
And raise their own
With the knowledge
Of what it is
To have once been lost
And then found
Belonging.
The Lost Boys are back
Knowing their place in the world
While all around them
Confusion and disillusion still swirl
As if from another world
Of make believe.
(9/25/25)
contemporary Persian ancient
blending intro-imagery with peach
vulnerability
identity a Khoisan outpouring on fields of Skukuza healings
whilst township dancers make their rites
to bite presence on platform sites
so will Gen Z’s make their
vibrant scratches on our rock walls
for Galactics to visit tall
courage was torn with rosemary bushes like
biltong shreds
¥
he pierced her teenage framework newly
smoothed with rosemary
galaxies watched in horror
scratched her legs with longing paws
Gen Z’s roared their rage across
the continent
she bit her presence into his poverty
townships waited in mourning
her virginity ripped
identity equals Acturian
vulnerability is paintbrush memories
seven shadowy children
are to arrive crystal
not through her uterus
They sat holding bottles
In their hands
And armpits
Pouring mouthful
Of liquor to fill
Their hollow stomachs.
They gazed at each other
As cat and mouse
And spoke a lot of
Inglish with slain syntax
To devirginate
Their motherland.
The two drunkards!
Spoke of a nation's illusions
And the wilted state of
A nation's elites
Raping the cultural norm
Who raped the temple?
They said something
About Lubowa hospital
And praised the Bus Kingdom
For Grazing well the Gen z's
Digging the tax hole
Who murmured a secured Future.
They gazed at each other
As hare and hyena
And shakily gasped for breath
Of the holy bribe paid
For their nocturnal duties
Poverty pasted on muzzled faces.
Oh, the two drunkards!
Finally hit the climax
And roared at each other of
An accusation of not belonging
Reached for each other's neck
To strangle a refugee within.
© Ankwasa Harlord
If you are under 23.
Then you are Generation Z.
You grew up in a technological age.
I don’t know if that makes you sage.
Sometimes, you go outside to play-
On your phone on the porch all day.
You grew up with a different sort of struggle.
Social media that takes a toll.
Never will you have kids or a house.
Maybe an apartment shared with a pet mouse.
Or maybe you were born before the year 2000…
But you’re not a millennial, instead you were chosen.
To be lumped in with a generation of teens.
Who make you feel old by all means.
If you are 27 like me.
You know that being an adult is not free.
396, 417, 528
Climbing the celestial staircase
To that sweet heavenly space
639 love, love divine. A pause at the crossroads, the beautiful heart at the center of it all
Connecting vibrant, verdant earth as Jacob continues his upward crawl
741, 852, 963
Removing obstacles for an even higher ascent
Steadfastly moving up the corridor with spiritual intent
Freeing, now the first eye is open and active
Seeing god face to face, divinely abundant, I live
Baby boomers, Gen X Gen Y, and now Gen Z
What will the next crop of babies be?
Will we start with A? Will they be boomers too?
Many of us want to know, especially Gen Z.
So here we are…
Brought into a world of discrimination and disarray
We are not the keystone but the voussoir
Simply a pebble on the pathway
Because hopefully our kids can figure it out
At least that is how we got here
“Oh, I'm sure someone will come about to resolve our extestential drought”
Unfortunately for us, the path is not clear
But does anyone apart from us understand that?
That the pressure put on us at such a young age
Can actually combat
The very thing they want to assuage.
Maybe no one understands it.
Maybe there’s nothing we can do but acquit.
She no longer felt taunted by the race of it all
Could not sit around and watch a life fly by, before her eyes
An unkept promise used to keep her up at night
Sense of trust - absent, lingered on like strayed kites in the wind
The media did nothing but consume and show all the ways she "could not" be
If a fellow questioned "are you lonely dear one?" she would have cried but,
What once was unwavering to me now has ability to unravel and become untrue
Forsaken applications on frazzled devices,
Why is it that you demand my time as if it is not rightfully mine?
Foe friend, connector of worlds, distractor of all things, oh my days have you used me
How delighted I would be to distance you and rid all of this
Solace in leaving, solace in dreaming
Bound by nothing, fate forever freeing
Spirit grants me strength through days of disarray
Much like those of today, where my patience seems left astray
I've come back up for air, and am standing amongst the trees
I am far out where no one can hear
Finding a lost smile
I am from a generation they call X
Not because it marks the spot
But because it marks the best
We are eccentric because we walked the moon
And because we shared lust as an essential need
But wait until you meet your resurfaced acknowledgement
A frantic existence you call Technology
Generation X from 1965 to 1980
Where Charles Manson, the flower childe
Meets the notorious Ted Bundy
Richard Nixon and watergate, who actually knew
That this was an era of being a shrew
The birth of individuality
Known for practicalities
Known for informalities
The ghosts of the Vietnam War
Known for diversities
The civil technicalities
Henceforth, a generation of creation is no more.
In this world of selfish people
Will you be mine someone special
No, I am not purposing you
I just want to know reason of you
No, I didn't want someone to make me smile
But I want you to hold when I am crying
I know for me love is in Gen Y
But I feel you are my type
I know you can make me fine
I know you are behind
And I know you can't be mine
And you will go at a wrong time
That's why you can't be mine
I wish you can understand me
I wish you can stop me
I wish I can hold you
But you can't be mine
SO just leave me at right time
To make things run for a long time
No I am not weeping , NO I am not lying
I AM just healing
As I know you can't be mine
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