Shame

 Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Breathe in then breathe out

Pitch black

 

The smell outside

Is the smell of a future

Thrown away into the depths

Of failure

 

This generation…

I cringe and open my eyes

Light:

It is a light

Bright only to a handful.

It takes passion

 

Misplaced,

That is where

most of their passions lie.

Sex and drugs – weed, they call it

 

Babies

in the school daycare.

Pregnancy,

do they condone it?

 

Education,

Not many care.

And those who do

have no money.

 

Shame,

I am a part of this generation.

Shame,

I cannot be older than I truly am.

 

I see them,

I laugh,

I judge,

Skimpy, provocative, inappropriate

 

Filipino, born and raised,

That is what I am

They will not survive

Where I studied most my life

 

Uniforms.

Nuns.

No lipstick.

No eyeliner.

 

Beauty,

Seen in character

Not in fashion,

Nor in makeup

 

Young moms

So young and reckless

Shame

I am ashamed.

 

Blinded,

That is what they are,

by an assumed love

Fools.

 

Girls like boys

and end up

like the norm

in this generation

 

This generation:

uninhibited,

selfish,

ignorant.

 

Generation Z

That is what we are

Shame…

Shame.

 

Generation X

was the last;

the last of the rational,

the last of the truly proper.

 

Generation Y?

Maybe.

But Generation Z?

No.

My eyes close

And open once more

And I stand and look around me

Fools

 

Seclusion:

The easiest solution

Until I find those      

who share the same disdain

           

Until then

I have myself

and my thoughts

and my mind.

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