You’re growing up in the
future.
A future of
self-truth
and plastic
and maidens
waiting for roses
and others
waiting for justice.
I’m scared
and I’m proud
and I’m sorry
that we left things this
way
for you.
Beauty and wit
and stories and
determination,
some from your mother
another bit from me
and you’ll do fine
If I had to say
something wise
it’d be this,
“Apologize only for what
you do,
and not for who you are.”
But remember,
we’re the ones
who got you into this
mess.
