And yes, you know there is a poem.
I would love to see the day when generations of families can sit together to openly discuss certain topics. I think that there are cultural aspects to not having a voice, but I also think that this is generational. Again I must be specific as it pertains to my own culture and upbringing. And yes, I am going to use humor. I welcome comments and interaction on my blog posts. Don’t be shy, but do be kind.
“Children should be seen, not heard.”
“It would do you good to break the spirit in that child.”
“Because I said so.”
“I don’t want to hear it.”
“Do as I say and not as I do.”
“You’re just a child.”
I have always been inquisitive. This has not always been a good thing as it’s commonly viewed as a negative trait during those moments when it’s best to shut up. It was often inconvenient to have so many questions floating around in my head as a child. Suppressing feelings to keep things flowing better for others would become a major character flaw.
And now, a poem:
Little rebel dances with the devil
blasphemy is she
who shames her family.
Just hand her the rope,
her stubborn nature will do the work.
She’ll stifle herself. Stupid repetitive missteps.
Shame on her, she runs away
we don’t care why.
Shame on her to cry
wolf – what the hell is really going on?
She’s too emotional,
we don’t do that mental health shit.
Why don’t she just get over it,
she’s grown now,
having a child as a child.
Child, you’re a woman now.
What a fool,
Lost sheep who went astray:
It will be hard for you to come back and find your place.
You’re in a space
It will take more time for you to find your voice.
Be patient with yourself.
Life is too short to keep lashing out.
Thank you for viewing. Part of my intention with my healing journey is to open up discussions about difficult topics. I really believe that future generations of children could benefit from this type of growth. Embracing healthy tools helped to save my life. Which in turn helps my kids. I’d like to share a recent post here about my transparency with my children.
Jusjess Poetry – Writing My Way Into My Destiny
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