LETTER TO MY DAUGHTER
What do you see,
When you look at me?
A strong, independent woman,
Or
A weak, kindhearted woman?
I'm but a little girl,
Scared of the vast world I’m in,
Afraid I could be stepped on at any time.
So, I went behind the veil
And created a great mask—
A beautiful facade.
So when the world looks,
They see her.
She smiles and laughs, even when angry.
Her humor, but a dry myth.
She glares at the world,
And they can't ask her to shut it,
Because if she shuts,
The world experiences an eclipse.
What if you don’t meet the facade?
What if she doesn't teach you to create one?
What if she makes you one?
The world you will meet
Isn't ruled by angels.
I've been in it, and I'm still in it.
The devil sits on the throne,
And those who rule with him are demons.
Maybe when you get to where angels rule,
You become one.
So respect what you see.
I have a few questions to ask:
What do you want from life?
What are your desperate pleas?
Whenever you answer,
You can better understand the monster, or the mother,
Before you.
Till then.
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