Knowing how to win battles is important. Knowing which battles to fight is essential.
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Knowing how to win battles is important. Knowing which battles to fight is essential.
Growing up.
Becoming an adult is all about being tired and not being able to sleep and being able to sleep and having work to do.
The Poetic Voyage....
She was seven, Searching for princess dresses And butterfly clips, While trying to reach for stars On her father’s shoulders Seeing the World through the kaleidoscope of Fairytales; Wondering, if there was a big bad wolf out there? Wondering, if shoes really made finding Love so easy? Wondering, if swans could really live amongst the ducks of the World? She was ten, Scribbling secret notes In…
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I think you arrived in reality when you are no longer happy to be sick and stay at home because you know how annoying it'll be to catch up on everything later.
I don't like it.
Metamorphosis
Growing up is scary
Not because of the physical changes in our bodies
Though those make us scared too...that's for another poem
It's scary because we don't know what lies on the other side of us
What this boy
What this girl
What this child will become
Will he become the type of man who is big and surly
And doesn't care at all for opinions that aren't his
Just likes those regurgitated from a woman or child's throat
Tells the child 'don't speak, don't speak, don't speak' Be quiet
You're not allowed to think for yourself or feel angry or hurt when I say or do things to make you angry or hurt
You're just allowed to live to be a child which means to be a shadow
And to live in the shadows, and grow in the shadows
Will she be a woman who smacks the face of anyone who dares to make her uncomfortable
With the truth
Who strips the skin that covers them and spills their flaws out of her perfect cauldron of memory
That has no space for memories that make her look bad
Who feels that opinions are signs that you're trying to make her feel small and unintelligent
And so forces them down your throat and keeps them anchored there with threats and guilt-trips around the globe
Will this child grow to be everything he hates?
Everything that hurt him? Everything that drained him of his potency, that made him a zombie? Will he still be a zombie who's always waiting to be filled with the things childhood stole from him?
Will he steal the beauty from other childhoods just to fill the holes in himself?
Will we perpetuate the cycle of girl becomes woman of boy becomes man without having truly passed the first stage because the "correct" answers in all the quizzes
Were engraved and if you wrote something else, you failed
Were labelled rebellious, deviant, defiant, rude, stubborn, ungrateful
And if you stayed between the lines you were still doing it wrong
Will we raise the next generation of confused children who need psychiatrists and pills and sad music or angry music or a gun tucked in the waist, or a knife tucked in the waist or hidden under their tongue
Being provoked by anything that resembles unblemished opinions, not coloured by fear or the need to please?
What will this boy
What will this girl
What will this child become?
Growing up
When you accept life is unfair, and learn to live with it without complaining, you’ve truly grown up.
Maturidade pode ser vista de muitas formas, mas no sentido geral, sempre assimilam à crescimento e esse tal crescimento vem de dentro pra fora, não após um término ou decepção, não após um aniversário ou a chegada da maioridade, mas sim quando tu analisa e percebes que tudo que realmente precisas é de si próprio, onde todas as forças que um dia tu gastastes para a alegria alheia, tu passas a investir em tua alegria, não há nada mais libertador do que olhar para uma ferida e ver que não dói mais.
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