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Tasha Dilbert-Bennett Poem
I want my child to be like me, in every single way,
No, I want my child to enjoy her youth and scream and jump and play,
I want her to defend herself in walk, in talk, in stance,
But I want her to defend herself without using her hands,
My child, I want her to be smart like me, so she can control her heart,
Let no man come and insult her intelligence and then take her apart,
I want her to be strong and brave so she can face hard times,
But I don’t want her to be afraid to cry at any time,
I want my child, my only child to live a holy life,
Not wallow in incertitude until the day she dies,
Dear God, I know this is too much, but please just grant me this,
I want my child, my precious child to be the very best there is.
Copyright © Tasha Dilbert-Bennett | Year Posted 2007
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Tasha Dilbert-Bennett Poem
I see a girl who hurting, yet hides the tears she cries,
I see a girl, who tries to be brave when ‘ere she meets hard times,
I see this girl ignore the taunts and jeers of all her “friends”,
She bears the scorn her own family shows every time that it happens,
She has few friends who care for her, who understands her pain,
But people try to break her heart by turning her friends to hate,
This girl she hides behind a mask of expectance not dread,
When deep inside her heart is tearing her dignity to shreds,
I know this girl, she is my friend, and I understand her, you see,
I feel the pain she feels inside, because that girl lives inside me.
Copyright © Tasha Dilbert-Bennett | Year Posted 2007
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