Dear Generation X, Please take a step or fifteen back, if that is what it takes to make you see that some of you are thoroughly misjudging me.
Dear Generation X, Please stop sh-tting on me when you see me in a low-paid job because you think that I'm uneducated, when in fact I'm earning my own money to help fund my education.
Dear Generation X, Please don't patronise me every time I raise my voice with an opinion of my own, prepared to eloquently argue up against others more than twice my age, restraining my own temper so that I remain polite, whilst condescendingly you reply with "you're a little brat" who should "f-ck off and find her manners."
Dear Generation X, Please refrain from moaning about how the youth of today's generation never have anything intelligent to say when you place gags in our mouths, or that we're all too thick-skulled and should go back to school, whilst simultaneously shouting at us all to "get a job" and "buy a house", when many of us are drowning in student loans, granted for gaining the knowledge needed to bag a "decent job."
Dear Generation X, Stop trapping me.
Something that has been playing on my mind for a while. This poem is not aimed at everyone older than me, but those people who act superior and insist on berating me and others from my generation about our lives. I know many awesome people who are classed as 'Generation X', and this poem is not meant to offend you. In truth, this poem is not meant to offend anybody, but is instead intended to educate a few people about how a lot of young people feel about how they are treated.