Poetry Piece. Opinions Appreciated before I have to hand into class |
Dear Child What is your opinion on life, dear child? Once upon a time, I recall You fighting for the lives of unborn children But is that your belief? I have watched you grow From a precocious preschooler To a young woman with the promise of a bright future About to waste it But why do you make the decisions that you do? Surely the head on your shoulders carries a brilliant brain. Do you consider the consequences? Do you listen to the voices of those around you? He may be attractive, sweet, what seems like the perfect match But underneath is so grotesque, You may not immediately see it. Do you want to cower in fear From the one who says he loves you? Cake makeup over multi-colored splotches So your friends and family never guess? Abandon your friends So you are just a shadow of him? Make so many sacrifices that You are no longer yourself? Dear child, I ask you again- What is your opinion on life? Would you spend hours Scouring the floors, keeping a spotless home And being less than your “significant” other? A pig in its pen, awaiting its death Going off to the slaughter Never a chance to raise its voice Yet never suspecting its demise I would hate to have to stand Glancing at a grey stone Your name written upon it Tears and sobs rising to the heavens. To have to watch your family sit, On the long brown courtroom benches Praying the one who put you in the ground Get’s crucified for his sins. Dear child, I ask you If you believe so much in life Why risk death? Happiness lies elsewhere I promise. You have a bright future You could be an Austen, or a Jett Or an O’Keefe Or perhaps a Palin, or a Clinton Or maybe pave a new path Just being yourself Not bound, and chained Free, careless, and happy. You have potential dear child, Don’t go and waste it. Be in control of your life Be wise in your decisions Choose Life, dear child. |