no plan of attack

I watch these flowers grow
Crescent moon shapes inside my head
I am spineless
Always a victim of your censure

That I will not do what you want
Deem right
Correct and proper

I am still this child
Forever being punished
Afraid because there are so many rules
And I can’t keep track of all of them

World. World. You belligerent parent
I see you clearly now

You are only children. like I am

And you are afraid

(I know what it is to be afraid)

All fear is violence
against our own selves

So I will remain defenseless
without a plan of attack

My darling child: I believe in us

Author: K L

Just having a human experience like everyone else.

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