Day Three
Today’s prompt was to write a message poem.
I automatically thought of my nieces and nephews and all the things I want to tell them but never seem to find the way. The best way to talk to the older ones of the group is by texting them so here we go.
A Text from My Soul
Because you may not hear me
or even see me and before the verb “text,”
becomes obsolete
there are a few things I wish you to know.
The bullies at school are scared
same as you. It’s not an excuse
it is simply the truth. They see nowhere to turn
so they turn on you. It is nothing to do with you.
The beauty and beast are real
they are parts of us that make the whole.
Whether you are boy, girl, or somewhere in-between
there is beauty in you and a beast that deserves love.
Adults are not always right
as you pointed out the other night.
But their wisdom is hard fought, same as yours.
Listen, then let your soul be your guide.
Believe in yourself and honor your life
it is too fragile to take for granted. Find value
in all things, especially things different from you.
Diversity strengthens an enlightened mind.
Above the chatter that you hear and fear
you own my love. Wear it as armor
to cover to your chest so the insults of bullies
fall limp and love can grow and heal.
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