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Gen Z Qualities
REBELLIOUS
As a child, Sandra’s mother
dreamed of playing the flute.
Every night as she drifted to sleep,
she imagined high-pitched notes
echoing in a cavernous music hall.
As time went on, those dreams,
those ethereal notes,
never came to fruition.
Sandra knows
that she can fulfill her mother’s dream.
Every night she stays up late,
long after the sun has gone down.
Every night she teaches herself
what her mother never learned.
Now every night
as Sandra’s mother drifts to sleep,
she can hear mellifluous notes
played with her daughter’s love.
LAZY
Sebastian was only twelve
when his father passed away.
Being the eldest sibling,
he knew he had responsibility
to his brothers, to his mother.
Every night, after his mother came from work
and passed out after twelve hours of standing,
Sebastian made lunches for his siblings.
After attaching hand-written notes,
after making sandwiches with care,
he finally went to sleep
the scent of lettuce on his fingers.
UNRELIABLE
On the paper route
Joe throws a black and white bundle
in front of each door.
On every day of every season,
Joe rides his bike along the road.
He knows his task,
the neighbors and journalists
relying upon him.
So hours before school,
he always pedals
down the cracked pavement
of his neighborhood,
the sun rising behind him,
his jacket flapping in the wind.
SELFISH
Olivia wakes up at the first caw of the blackbird
for a drive to the local community center
on the first day of Winter break.
She arrives at the center
and gets right to work.
While her friends are packing their skis
for their trip to the mountains,
Olivia packs boxes of clothes
to send to Syrian refugees.
She smiles with every folded article
pressed into crisp cardboard boxes,
heartful by each box loaded
into the parked U-Haul nearby.
While folding a small sweater,
she thinks of a little girl
sleeping under a tarpaulin tent
keeping warm in the woolen embrace.
This so-called “adolescent”
would rather be here,
at the community center,
skiing down the slopes
of selfless humanity.

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