i tell myself not to chide you child
not to berate you into a convenient obedience
yet....
just last Monday eve
i told your voice that it was shrill like a hurt bird
(that cuts a career as Singer out of your future)
just yesterday
i told you graphically and with crazed gestures
about the dangers of the open upstairs window
(a future fear of heights may well be on its way)
and i remember once
i told your body that society frowns upon ******
(that'll ensure future embarrassment shame
and ****** awkwardness)
i chide myself now
these practices must cease
“May you never be the reason why someone who loved to sing, doesn't anymore. Or why someone who dressed so uniquely, now wears plain clothing. Or why someone who always spoke so excitedly about their dreams, is now silent about them.”
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In a world where you can be anything be kind.
Quote by Sharouk Mustafa Ibrahim