Poem -

Childhood

We lived young free and fun
Then street lights came on &
we had to return home
 
On egg shells we would tread
In whispers we would talk
Do not wake your father
is what we were taught

Violence we were accustomed to
So filled with pain and anger we grew
A product of our environment 
Carrying that weight becomes tiring

As I reflect on the past
And see how much I’ve grown
Im even more determined
To make a path of my own 

A path of love, support & kindness
This apple fell far from the tree 
Because In this beautiful life
Our past should never define us.

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Billy

It’s a bit rough, but It’s the truth. Why not.

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sparrowsong

Hello Billy...

You probably grew up with children around whose Mothers were waiting at home for them and Dad's who were soft spoken and kind...

Am I right?

Probably a child across town going through the same thing as you and neither one knew it...

But, the Neighbors could hear it all and what went on behind closed doors stayed there...

The rule learned real good...

Great write!

Great message!

Thank you for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

 

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Billy

Yes, you’re right. But at the end of the day wouldn’t change a thing ?

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