A poem about repression, parental control and compromise.

Educate the children early

and to our ways they will take

but an instant to persuade

but many a year if ever

to restore their powers 

of imagination and fantasy

dreams now our subconscious

maybe for you but not for me

I know it is not fantasy

but fantastic reality

for those who are not afraid to say

I love, I live, I’m free

I’m whatever you want me to be

Cause that’s just the way it is today…

…you showed me what we should do

and you told me all the wrong

(and I actually believed you)

but what you say I must respect

Cause you are older and know 

most if not all and

I’m only a child and that

you shall not let me ever forget…

…remember when at the age of thirteen

I liked that boy next door

he was my friend but you would not 

let me see him, daddy, why can’t I see him

Well dear, he is a lot older than you

and he really is not the right person

for you (for me).

Then when he caught us kissing 

at the high school dance

it was the end of young romance

but what daddy didn’t know then

was that he took more

away from me than hugs and kisses

he took a part of my youth

that I shall never ever find…

…it is funny don’t you think

how we always smile when 

everything is going our way.

I hate you, you selfish child

I should have never had you

All you do is take, never

never do you do as I tell you

go ahead, I don’t, I don’t

care if I ever see you again.

At the time I cried

really I should have smiled

for I had really seen my mummy

and she had shown me her selfishness

but sometimes we need to be selfish

it let’s us steal a little of what we really deserve

why are we not more selfish…

…it never bothered me before

before I really looked as to why

but now I shake my head in disapproval

when parents mention all

the things that they have done for you

we have looked after you so well

when you were sick and confused

have always had good food

a lovely house to come home to

bought everything you have needed

who drove you around every weekend

- we’re not your personal taxi service

and put you through school

so that you would have a chance

where would you be in life now

if it wasn’t for us?

What! Do you think all  of that

gives you some king of right

to run my life or that

all of those good things

can make up for any wrong?

It just doesn’t work that way…

…I didn’t know any better back then

I didn’t know any different

I had not seen true freedom

and I doubt that I ever will

however, no matter how brainwashed

or deceived a person as become

regardless of how ignorant

of other ways of life

eventually something awakens them

and they break the rules

and lies of their pathetic lives

step from their narrow predetermined path

and onto the vast plan of life…

…that is what I would like to believe

most of us just forget the wrongs

of our parents and gently

slip into a comfortable life

exactly as had been planned

and nothing more is ever said.

Some I have know sincerely love

their parents and hardly ever

disagree with them on any decision.

I concluded that this was either 

an extremely rare case indeed

or was the result of very good training.

Others, few too, break the ties viciously 

as the result of years of repression

and unbearable conditions

 - I am one of those and 

that is why I am here today…

…the grey cell and the steel bars

do not bother me anymore

I have grown to accept them

and they too have learned to accept me.

I do a lot of thinking now

a lot more than I had before

I only regret I had not thought sooner

- my own thoughts

I would have been free 

free a lot sooner…

…they went away quietly

I didn’t want to cause a fuss

painlessly they faded

but not before they caught a glimpse 

of me standing above them – smiling 

so innocently without regret

without regret…

…thoughts are so deceptive

so deceptive…

…keep your life your own

compromising is a sin

a sin…

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