Parental Guidance Not Needed
You are the only one I have left, I am suppose to be grateful and openly accept you into my heart...joke #1.
All these years of you telling people," This is my other daughter", or the times where you call me on your first child's birthday (every year for as long as I can remember even though you were present at my birth) or not believing that you own mother is Satan in a dress and I am suppose to be grateful and openly accept you into my heart...joke #2.
You enjoy having children for the bragging rights but are selective on the child and the brag you proclaim and to whom as if our malfunction will rub off once the mention hit your lips and I am suppose to be grateful and openly accept you into my heart...joke #3.
You ignore us, hide us from your so-called extended family, treat us like second rate adopted redheaded children all the while the church, you attend, thinks you are the savior himself and I am suppose to be grateful and openly accept you into my heart...joke #4.
You have destroyed any thoughts of having children within me, as I think its an act of cruelty to bring life into this family, and have the nerve to question my actions as if you have been the concerned father my entire life and I am suppose to be grateful and openly accept you into my heart...joke#5.
I would be remiss if I did not mention the tall tales of your own children being guised as the church's throw away to potential women when all of us look just like you and I am suppose to be grateful and openly accept you into my heart...joke #6.
Any money needed for education, clothes, food, shelter could all be yours for the low low price of eternity plus interest with the option to never ask again for said favor and I am suppose to be grateful and openly accept you into my heart...joke #7.
The memories of us playing in the sun, teaching me how to protect myself and others, just in case; the discipline, the chop sake Sundays, the creative flow all a ruiz due to one detail that I do not believe in your God or its ways because I feel that parents would love their child no matter what and there are stipulations and conditions to you love and I am suppose to be grateful and accept you into my heart...joke #8.
The son you've always wanted is the son you reject because you can't stand to look at your own mistake and "We" are suppose to be grateful and openly accept you into "Our" hearts...joke #9.
You hug your friends, colleges, and favorites without hesitation yet, hold up your arms in defense when "We" try to embrace you with the love you clearly don not deserve and "We" are suppose to be grateful and openly accept you into "Our" hearts...joke#10.
The way you treat people is the way you would like to be treated. I have to say, that I have not been treating you as kindly as you have me...so, here you go:
You, could possibly be, the dumbest smart man I have ever met. Your children are you only great feat of good will, in this life, and their foot prints are the highest form of excellence you will ever achieve and you don't know it. On your perch of broken thorns you sit so smug,judgmental even waving this poor me flag for everyone to see while the veil dirtied but your shame waves in the wind. When no one was there to help you when you were sick, it was the one you did not want to be associated with to your rescue and no thanks was had that day nor any other. You own mother could care less of your failing health just as long as her t.v. was secured and her bills were paid. The concern for her first born was simply wiped away as duty, not love, that disease you have spread though your own family to which, some of us turned a deaf ear...rightfully so and deserved. The woman who gave you a reason to live well died, not to get away from you, but to have you step up and be the man she saw in you yet, the only answer given was to hide underneath the skirt of the woman who could care less if you lived, died or grew mushrooms from your crack killing, what spirit you had left, hosting the shell we see before us and it's never looked better on your tired body. The forgiveness lies within you to take hold and you are afraid of your own shadow casting any light that's positive because, you know, your mother will snuff it out due to her involvement not implemented. The hate you breed is the love wanted, at your finger tips mind you, ignored for another time or another day or another life because in this one you have fucked your own soul to play it safe so that the gates you pray to will have pity for what was "expected" of you and not for the excellence you could have displayed.
Out of all the things I have learned, the things I have gleaned, the lessons I have taken from you is...not to take people for granted. Love always and with your whole heart because tomorrow will come and go and that may be, the only good thing you get to do that day. To spread the joys and pains with everyone because someone is listening to you and may have the same affliction, so misery has company and a teacher for questioning. Be the change you want and live not for the mistakes of your parents but live to the greatness they should want to see in you. Love is the greatest achievement there is and knowledge of that love will enhance the quality of life.
I may not want to be a parent, I may not register in your eyes, hell...I may not exist at all to you but, I am the better though your mistakes and hellish treatments. I may not need another parent but I did enjoy the brutish teacher who pushed me towards my voice and a better life.
Grudge....lifted.
All these years of you telling people," This is my other daughter", or the times where you call me on your first child's birthday (every year for as long as I can remember even though you were present at my birth) or not believing that you own mother is Satan in a dress and I am suppose to be grateful and openly accept you into my heart...joke #2.
You enjoy having children for the bragging rights but are selective on the child and the brag you proclaim and to whom as if our malfunction will rub off once the mention hit your lips and I am suppose to be grateful and openly accept you into my heart...joke #3.
You ignore us, hide us from your so-called extended family, treat us like second rate adopted redheaded children all the while the church, you attend, thinks you are the savior himself and I am suppose to be grateful and openly accept you into my heart...joke #4.
You have destroyed any thoughts of having children within me, as I think its an act of cruelty to bring life into this family, and have the nerve to question my actions as if you have been the concerned father my entire life and I am suppose to be grateful and openly accept you into my heart...joke#5.
I would be remiss if I did not mention the tall tales of your own children being guised as the church's throw away to potential women when all of us look just like you and I am suppose to be grateful and openly accept you into my heart...joke #6.
Any money needed for education, clothes, food, shelter could all be yours for the low low price of eternity plus interest with the option to never ask again for said favor and I am suppose to be grateful and openly accept you into my heart...joke #7.
The memories of us playing in the sun, teaching me how to protect myself and others, just in case; the discipline, the chop sake Sundays, the creative flow all a ruiz due to one detail that I do not believe in your God or its ways because I feel that parents would love their child no matter what and there are stipulations and conditions to you love and I am suppose to be grateful and accept you into my heart...joke #8.
The son you've always wanted is the son you reject because you can't stand to look at your own mistake and "We" are suppose to be grateful and openly accept you into "Our" hearts...joke #9.
You hug your friends, colleges, and favorites without hesitation yet, hold up your arms in defense when "We" try to embrace you with the love you clearly don not deserve and "We" are suppose to be grateful and openly accept you into "Our" hearts...joke#10.
The way you treat people is the way you would like to be treated. I have to say, that I have not been treating you as kindly as you have me...so, here you go:
You, could possibly be, the dumbest smart man I have ever met. Your children are you only great feat of good will, in this life, and their foot prints are the highest form of excellence you will ever achieve and you don't know it. On your perch of broken thorns you sit so smug,judgmental even waving this poor me flag for everyone to see while the veil dirtied but your shame waves in the wind. When no one was there to help you when you were sick, it was the one you did not want to be associated with to your rescue and no thanks was had that day nor any other. You own mother could care less of your failing health just as long as her t.v. was secured and her bills were paid. The concern for her first born was simply wiped away as duty, not love, that disease you have spread though your own family to which, some of us turned a deaf ear...rightfully so and deserved. The woman who gave you a reason to live well died, not to get away from you, but to have you step up and be the man she saw in you yet, the only answer given was to hide underneath the skirt of the woman who could care less if you lived, died or grew mushrooms from your crack killing, what spirit you had left, hosting the shell we see before us and it's never looked better on your tired body. The forgiveness lies within you to take hold and you are afraid of your own shadow casting any light that's positive because, you know, your mother will snuff it out due to her involvement not implemented. The hate you breed is the love wanted, at your finger tips mind you, ignored for another time or another day or another life because in this one you have fucked your own soul to play it safe so that the gates you pray to will have pity for what was "expected" of you and not for the excellence you could have displayed.
Out of all the things I have learned, the things I have gleaned, the lessons I have taken from you is...not to take people for granted. Love always and with your whole heart because tomorrow will come and go and that may be, the only good thing you get to do that day. To spread the joys and pains with everyone because someone is listening to you and may have the same affliction, so misery has company and a teacher for questioning. Be the change you want and live not for the mistakes of your parents but live to the greatness they should want to see in you. Love is the greatest achievement there is and knowledge of that love will enhance the quality of life.
I may not want to be a parent, I may not register in your eyes, hell...I may not exist at all to you but, I am the better though your mistakes and hellish treatments. I may not need another parent but I did enjoy the brutish teacher who pushed me towards my voice and a better life.
Grudge....lifted.
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