Honor Thy Parents
`Honor thy father and mother`
~Ten Commandments
it is She who has given birth to me,
it is He who has worked to raise me,
it is They who have given me life and kept me alive.
I should be expressing my eternal gratitude,
My undying respect and sworn obedience,
yet what do I do?
Their kindness and love, I forsake,
Their faces, weary from working to support me, I curse at,
The loyalty, respect and gratitude they deserve, I forget.
I bury myself with guilt,
I don`t know how to ask forgiveness,
I find it hard to express my feelings with honesty.
I have at least filial piety,
Obligated by nature and by God,
to honor my parents.
Yet till now I always curse them when I don`t mean to,
I answer back before I stop my cursed mouth,
and I don`t give them to honor they deserve.
I am the worst daughter,
I have the best parents,
I cry myself to sleep.
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