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I Fear for you.
My first attempt at a poem in quite some time, this is what came out:
I Fear for You.
I worry about you, already.
Even though we have never met,
I fear for you.
I will do my very best,
but what if my best isn't enough?
One day you will be grown
and I will not be the one you trust.
How can I prepare you for all that you will face?
I'm not sure how I prepare myself for all this world throws at me.
If you are a girl, how will I teach you,
to be strong, fierce, independent, loving and open?
How will I teach you to live in this world?
This awful, cruel, intolerant, hateful world.
Which prizes beauty over kindness, breasts over brains.
How will I teach you to make your way through all this
and find you on the other side?
If you are a boy, how will I teach you,
to be kind, to be loving, respectful and gentle?
How can I convince you that it is no sin to be sweet?
To weep, to smell the roses and see the beauty in the sunrise?
How do you teach a gentle heart and a strong head?
How will I teach you to be strong, without becoming hard?
How can I teach you to be honest rather than naïve?
You are not even a part of me yet,
I worry you may never be and I long for it.
Then I look at the world around me
and I wonder if you even should.
Sometimes, like now, all I see is hate, fear,
intolerance, prejudice, anger and hardship.
This world is a stagnant swamp
and it's not getting any better, it's only getting worse.
Yet selfishly I ache for you to join it,
though I fear for you if you do.
There is no answer to this question.
There is no conclusion in this poem.