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Thought: Letter To My Daughter Do you trust me? My child? Do you believe me when I say I will always be there for you? To hold every extended hand asking for a dance, For guidance,
Dear Teachers of the Younger Generations,
Dear Cancer, You’ve made me grieve You still make me cry I’ve shed tears into my pillow at night till’ my eyes were puffy and burnt out
To the past young lost me: I’m sorry you’re suffering Alone, sad, confused Sharp reality cutting from the “friends” that sneered and oppressed you Red spilling from being torn by it
Hey Fear, What’re you still doin’ here? I told you to go Cause you always bring me down So low – A simple question’s all it takes To make my hands shake Like my life’s at stake
Dear Home, I laid in your living room with Taylor, Petting Penny as she fell asleep. I stood in front of your bright green door with Taylor, Waiting for Mom to take a picture before our first day of school.
Dear Jumbled Emotions, Rage rolls like electricity, sparking And cracking like a child in wooly socks Rubbing her feet on a fleecy carpet. It’s an odd feeling, so powerful, yet
Dear God, Why? Why do we hurt the ones we love the most? Why is there pain, fear, loss, greed, malice, bitterness, anger, and selfishness in the world and in my own life?
Dear my one and only, Nothing will ever change my love. Although I won’t deny my fears.
Dear Education, You taught me to write in rhymed tercet And terza rima, by reading Dante’s Inferno A tale of a trail through Hell, quite dulcet. But in the future, Dante’s story I will forego