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Jun 2015
My child is neither broken nor stupid in any way,
What you take for anger is their way to vent frustration
At that which escapes them on any given day.

My child is my baby I don't care what you think or say,
Having kind words spoken instead of a scream or shout.
It,s better for there understanding than words not shouted
Out, but explained for them to so they understand what
The question, explanation is all about.

My child may be not your child but never call them broken
Or stupid, know that my child will learn, but in a different
Way from which you were taught.
Poetic T
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