As we grow older we tell them less and less

When we're little

our parents choose our names

and our future.

They want us

to have the perfect job

to marry the perfect person

and to have children

They want the best for us

but have they ever stopped to wonder

how they made us feel

when we told them something

and they screamed or hit us?

How many times they have said and done

things that hurts us

And as we grow older

we tell them less and less

We don't tell them

our secrets


that we like someone

that is the same sex as us

We don't want to tell them

because they'll get angry at us

they will scream at us

they will hit us

and kick us out

As we grow older

we tell them less and less

because we love them and fear them


This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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