Growing Up Wearing a Muzzle
I remember growing up,
I mean when I was very small
I was not a bad girl at all.
But Mom and Dad raised me to never speak my mind,
To be a liar if need be, to get along with humankind.
It was a boring childhood indeed.
I did not know it was Ok to be me till I was at least nineteen.
The freedom that brought!
Something I had always quietly sought.
It did not mean to be obnoxious,
Though no matter what, you have to get this.
Some people will find you toxic.
you just leave them be and find others like you.
People unafraid of the truth.
Some thinking life is their carnival booth.
They obviously have not read human history.
Some pretty, some far from nice, not a mystery.
Just find truth seekers just like you.
Even Shakespeare knew, life has a problem or two.
So in my poetry I write about all aspects I see in life,
Don't read me. It may cause you strife!
On the other hand, pain also brings laughter.
I won't muzzle my mouth, not ever.
I am not dead.
And we are not living in a pristine hereafter.
Just walk away, quietly.
The world full of friends,most assuredly.
Who will love you as is!
And that's a gift, my friends!
You are not in this world,
To live up to others expectations.
Fly Freedom Airlines day and night.
And show us your innermost light.
5/28/2019
10am PSt
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