Edward Ibeh Poet Dramatic Verse

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Evolution of An Enfant Terrible

Don't point your finger
           and indict me as a spoilt child.
      You made me this way; you built me 
                     with your blueprint.

   I've seen you mistreat people around you.
            You've spewed poisonous bile 
           in my presence so many times,
             and I learned to do the same.

  I've watched you batter and bruise mother,
  now I've learned to abuse the opposite sex
         You've raised the rod against me,
           now I've learned to be abusive.

  You never gave me much encouragement,
          or reassurance when I needed it;
      I never received atta-boys I deserved,
               now I wallow in pessimism.

  I've tried and tried to please you, to no avail.
You've never exercised or taught acceptance, 
       and I grew up to be cold and distant.
      I'm a copycat. I learned from the best.

 So it's funny you think I'm a disappointment 
      to you, I suggest you take a close look
            in the mirror, Dad, and you'll see
    your reflection. We are one and the same.


Note: This is pure fiction, written from the perspective of a maladjusted teen.
Date written: 03/14/2021

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Sotto Poet March 21, 2021 at 10:52 AM A lifetime of observing and interacting with others shapes who excel and emulates our skills and gives us the ability to work in the same field. That each parent should read this poem at least once a few times before their child grows up. That's a wonderful poem, Edward; I have a lot of respect for you. Edward Ibeh March 21, 2021 at 4:48 PM Thank you so much for the wonderful visit, Lasaab:-) It's always a pleasure to hear your feedback!

Victor Buhagiar March 15, 2021 at 1:06 AM Parents are the children's first teachers. They are copycats Edward Ibeh March 15, 2021 at 4:30 AM Thank you very much for your comment and visit, Victor:-)

L Milton Hankins March 14, 2021 at 5:58 PM Well done, Edward. It is so true that we are what we learned from watching those around us. This poem needs to be read by every dad! Edward Ibeh March 14, 2021 at 6:12 PM Thank you so much, L.Milton:-) I echo your sentiments!