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Here's the thing, and I get it, right? The stigma behind allowing my child to meet those Whom I'm seeing. But truthfully, I've never fully understood why There is an insistence on judgment With how I choose to raise My own seedling And furthermore why invest Time into something that Doesn't vibe, with your mom-life Why hide? I want her to see, what love is What it means to give What it means to hurt And mayhaps It's not fair to expose Her to the truths of the human experience I haven't shown her anything I wouldn't have wanted myself To see from her eyes I shelter the parts that are dear Children should be just that While they are, after everything is said And I've witnessed enough for both of us In my own time But to show her that brand of happiness That comes from something maybe Her father never might be able To access. That takes true courage.
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Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 1:13 AM UTC
When things end only to begin again
Here's the thing, and I get it, right? The stigma behind allowing my child to meet those Whom I'm seeing. But truthfully, I've never fully understood why There is an insistence on judgment With how I choose to raise My own seedling And furthermore why invest Time into something that Doesn't vibe, with your mom-life Why hide? I want her to see, what love is What it means to give What it means to hurt And mayhaps It's not fair to expose Her to the truths of the human experience I haven't shown her anything I wouldn't have wanted myself To see from her eyes I shelter the parts that are dear Children should be just that While they are, after everything is said And I've witnessed enough for both of us In my own time But to show her that brand of happiness That comes from something maybe Her father never might be able To access. That takes true courage.
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Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 1:13 AM UTC
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