Child. The world is wild
it is
not kind
it will
not spread it’s glistening pathway so you might like.
the
passage is narrow and plain
before
you is a dark void
of
violence and disorder that you might take
I’m
afraid
it’s not what you dream of
it’s not
what you read of
It’s a
wide world
bordered
by biases
Scoured
with aliases
and
discriminations
they
will scream into your ear,
You might
break into tears
but
they will not care.
They might
shake your foundations
And pump
your frustrations
Until they break you
And your innocence
Into tiny little pieces.
You will become smoke.
Like I said
Remember? Sometime in November?
What you
learn is immaterial
to the truth.
For if
you count your medals and stars
And exhibit them
on walls,
But did not care
For frogs and insects and trees
And all connections of the heart
In the halls .
What are you?
You’ll be vulnerable.
The world
is wide, you might get lost
Into
jungles of unreasonable cost.
But if
you’ll not conform
To malevolent
norms
And when
days start to grow dim
Have
courage!
Take a
dose of LOVE
From the vial I gave.
May you
find the light and better days?
In doing GOOD
and what is RIGHT
A soul that
never fears the night
All these
darkness that I say
A
supernova of negativity.
Can Never. And
Will Never.
Exist.
