Generation In-Between

Generation In-Between

Excuse me, Mr. Marketer,
but I’m a little vexed.

I’m 32, born in 83. You tell me.
I’m confused by these stereotypes of me,
and of many other folks that I see.

Maybe you could explain.
Am I a Millennial, Generation Y, or simply Gen X?

It depends upon which pundit
has drawn imaginary lines of time
between decades, fashion trends,
behaviors, current events,
and entertainment
that you just must have been
a fan of simply because
you were born at a certain time,
because that’s what we told you to like.

If you aren’t like everybody else,
and think for yourself,
well, you can just go take a hike.
Now, why, just why, oh why,
would someone ever deviate from that line?
There’s so much to learn and love and so little time.

One article told me I’m at the tail end of Gen X.
Another article said I’m definitely Generation Y.
A bazillion articles of derision called me a Millennial.

It’s a generation gap journalism convention,
a ticker tape of insults passing by disguised as news and research.

For the answers we must all search,
instead of acting like Generation Blame,
and forgive me if I’m tired of playing that game.

I’m more apt to lean towards Snake People
in this generational alphabet soup.

I think based on my musical tastes
born of records and cassette tapes,
I’m just a boomer born too late.

I’ve used typewriters and rotary phones,
televisions with rabbit ears,
and even roamed the neighborhood alone
in my childhood without the least bit of fear.

It feels as though I can journey between,
relating to other generational scenes.
It’s actually Generation In-Between.

Keep on classifying and subdividing,
stereotyping and market analyzing,
and you’ll miss all the individuals
who are really trying
in every single generation to be great.

People are more than just consumers,
more than statistics and numbers.

We will not be whittled down to data points
because if that’s there all is then we’ve missed the point.

We are walking stories of love and loss,
extending far beyond who we call boss,
or the possessions we might have bought.

From my Generation Whatever You Call It
to the Boomers and whatever came sooner,
whatever you are, I say, keep on blooming,
and don’t listen to comparisons
that tell you how you should have been
as everyone is different
in this wild variety of existence.

D.L. Lang
D.L. Lang
Diana L. Lang is Poet Laureate of Vallejo, California. She has published nine poetry books under the pen name D.L. Lang, won several awards at area county fairs, and enjoys participating in the spoken word community of Solano County.
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