This is a message to the next generation
Take it slow now, one step at a time
But don't remain stagnant
There's always the right time
To do anything
When the time is not right, you have to wait
That's why patience is the key to success.
Whatever you're doing
Take your time
Don't let pressure, push you out of line
When you rush it
You might be depressed or you'll live in anxiety
Those you're trying to impress
Won't give you a dime, so take your time.
I'm talking out of experience
To react is not to act
Things forced, are forgery
They never last
If you no endure, you no go enjoy
Isaiah 60 vs 22
When the time is right
I the Lord will make it happen
Be patient; take your time.
Generation Z is my child—our future.
I know them completely,
and yet I do not know them at all.
How strange, isn't it?
When they sleep, they do not wish to wake;
when they are awake, they do not wish to sleep.
Though they eat everything,
they have never learned
to snatch from others
or even to share with others.
How strange, isn't it?
They become doctors, engineers, scientists,
teachers, professors—so many things.
Yet they never let
the wandering minstrel,
the mystic within,
the music,
or the solitude of their hearts
fade away.
How strange, isn't it?
They never longed for marches,
protests, or blockades.
Yet they were driven to the streets,
and they never forgot
to raise their flaming torches.
They never sought power,
nor did they crave the throne.
With the dream of a radical transformation,
they are shaping a new tomorrow.
How strange, isn't it?
Americas’ next generation, I wish you the best, the best of opportunities to reach all of your best.
America's next generation, growing every day, I am so happy you have newer tools than the last generation, like social media, and online reading and groups that give us so many opinions that let us learn so much.
America's next generation, I hope you observed the way we can go astray and cause us ill, like falling into dependency that leads us to a negative life, choose the path that makes you strong and makes your life a living dream.
American next generation, I lift all the good wishes and prayers for you, I am sending you all my blessings and love that you reach all of your dreams that make us all smile with pride and joy.
American next generation, remember all of America’s history, some good and some bad, but we hold all of our memories with awe, for learning we grow, we make new, we learn how to improve.
America will celebrate the 250th anniversary, you will be able to give us all of your input to celebrate and continue on.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
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.
Has each new generation seen
Great changes in their day.
Or, has our earth just really been
A temporary stay?
I live, I breathe, I eat, I sleep
Get older every year.
If only youth could always keep
Old age would never near.
And when I go, who’ll really care
That I have come and gone?
I’ll take my leave and go elsewhere
A new place then belong.
Sometimes, I find I question why
I’m really on this earth.
We're born, we live, and then we die
What really is our worth?
I seem to want an answer straight
What purpose do I serve?
Do I just leave it up to fate,
The answer I’ll reserve.
Our history books are filled with tales
Of people long gone by.
They came, they saw, left their details
I really wonder why?
By man-made rules we seem to live.
Seek guidance from above.
Through rhetoric or narrative
We still have push and shove.
Some kings, wise men, philosophers
Who ruled, had much to say.
But now, to us it matters not
What they did in their day.
The time right now we should engage
This moment that we’re in.
We can’t go back and turn the page
But, from today begin.
We had to be back before the street lamps came on,
our bicycles with pedal brakes and a dynamo-light.
Things were just different when we were still young,
all meeting in the park for a game or clod fight.
We dug several forts and built up dirt ramps.
We found a dog skull near a cold tramp's fire.
We improved my friend’s treehouse with a wooden pallet
and made booby traps out of string and barbed wire.
We competed for height in the avocado trees
and made bows and arrows and spears.
We waged war with the ants using firecrackers
and in the river, we piled deep stoney weirs.
No day was complete without a cut or a roasty
though no one much cried until we got home,
where our mothers nursed us with cups of sugar water
and the stinging red kiss of Mercurochrome.
I’ll look at things your way
if you look at things mine
That will help us connect
Straighten us out, get us aligned
I won’t ask you your pronouns
~ if you don’t ask me my sign
Life gently meanders to the ocean, a humming brook,
Across every delightful corner we lived, through every nook.
Cherish precious jubilant moments enlightening my day,
Savour success with humility, feel hopeful all the way.
Life presents arduous struggles for mortals on earth,
No escape from trials and tribulations, encountering is worth.
Learn how to survive best despite facing hurdles,
We don't cease to live because of challenges and obstacles.
A demanding journey - love, kindness, empathy steer us through,
We continue moving, heads high, towards goals in our hearts grew.
For the fascinating world around me, a promising year is in sight,
Bringing fresh hopes and dreams, igniting soul-searching light.
My thankful heart beats and trembles, pining with anticipation
Imagining what the future holds for a new generation.
In my dream spreads wings a harmonious white dove,
Justice for all, peace to the world, a rainbow of love.
Opportunities arise,
A better life -
A chance at being treated like a human being
A fresh start
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A new life awaits
Joy, excitement?
Behind the scenes - false promises,
Broken agreements,
Signed without sight -
Just sinister smiles,
And deceitful handshake
Lies of change becomes a campaign poster
A guise to prey on innocent black families
A dirty dance with the devils themselves -
The British government,
Filled with the corrupt who deceive minorities
The windrush generation -
Given the most dangerous jobs,
With no guarantee of protection
Rights a foreign concept
Re-building a country with the promise of acceptance
A temporary job, with the hope of permanent employment
No citizenship or wages -
Just broken hope and disappointment
Treated as disposable,
Left with no options
Used and abused, injected with embarrassment
Then publicly shamed - calling us ‘dangerous’ and ‘illegal’
A country we built, but are treated like intruders
They excused our mistreatment for the reason -
That we are just slaves not people
Legacy left to next generation
A planet in a state of disarray
Children expected to fix it
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Generation Z.(1997-2012) Blossom Monyei.
Our parents think we're fast asleep ??
But we're rocking
They think we're busy studying
We've got distractions.
We've got unlocked windows,
We're party sneakers.
Our parents instructions we despise
To our friends our ears listen and we obey.
The road less traveled is the one we aren't taking,
It's filled with hardwork, rules, studies, and lots of boringness.
But the path of vibing, fame, ENJOYMENT!! we all take
We mostly dream big without working,
We even lose our minds,
Despite all of these our heads are up straight,
Even though we're held by distractions, we watch our steps
We're not just rebels, we're revolutionaries
We're not just dreamers, but the ones that'll make it happen.
“Listen to our generation's voice,
We're not just roaming around for nothing, we're trying to survive.
In this world that's complex and often unkind”
This is Just a summary, original will be published soon.
Blossom Monyei
They came
To stay
With us
Awhile
So pleased
To hug
All five!
So blessed
We are
To share
Our love
That we
Are well
Alive!
We watched
Them grow
Months to
Six years
Three girls
Two boys
Adore!
You see
They are
Our Great
Grand-kids
Born to
Our Grands
Gen Four!
Alas! Alas!
Season near past…
Age all but gone,
youth comes waddling
on our heels along: new lingo, with
movements, though awkward
youthfully strong – Alas! Alas!
Fogies must step aside~
gracefully-move-on….
Silent generation stay stoic, speechless, pout, watching time run out
Boomers shout while Gen X'ers rant
Millenials meanwhile, run fast, breathless, noisily pant
Gen Zs the end now, run can't
I am from the old generation
I don't listen to rap
Because rap is not
My kind of music
The new generation loves rap
When the new generation
Is in public
They put the rap music on
That is in their cellular
Phone
And they don't put their
Head phones on
So they are the only ones
Listening to it
The people have to tell them
To wear their had phone
I don't need to hear that rap
Music
I can't stand rap
I was born during the 60's
And there was no rap
It was the birth of
Rock in roll
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