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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