LETTER TO MY SON

Does she excite you—  

So much that you lose your cool?

Beware, she may be the one.

With eyes that burn like flames,  

That seem to call you in,  

Like silent storms pulling you close,  

With whispered promises within.

As though planning to trap you,  

Dark pools hiding danger’s gleam.  

If you blink, you're gone;  

If you don't—still trapped within the dream.

With a voice alluring, enchanting, captivating,  

Her smile makes even the strongest knees bend.  

Innocent, gentle, yet confident—  

She knows you can’t ignore.

She stares right into your eyes and smiles;  

Even if you escape her eyes, not the smile.  

And if you escape both, then comes the voice—  

A voice that hides blades beneath its charm.  

It sounds like the voice of angels,  

But demons lurk beneath.

With confidence, she walks toward you.  

Each step, a promise of escapades—

 So tempting, you forget they lead to danger.

Her dress, silk and swaying,  

Pulls you deeper into misery and despair.

Each step leaves your gaze  

Dangling on the hem that dares you  

To stare where angels fear to tread.

Your eyes light up when they land,  

Forgetting the curse of forbidden fruit.  

And worse—staring too long,  

Until what is deadly becomes pleasing to the eyes.

Slowly but surely, she draws near.  

And slowly but surely, you fall.

Beware.  

She’s calling you. 

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But you, my son, are not without light.

Turn your gaze to truth, to wisdom’s path.  

Flee what glitters but leads to ruin,  

And anchor your soul where virtue lasts.  

For not all that calls is worth answering,  

Not all that glitters is gold.  

Let her pass—  

And stand whole.

© Ebube