they will pick thistles and roses but
they will know about the thorns beneath beautiful faces
they will know that they are
beautiful
but they will not cut off their sharp
edges
or strip down their stems
layer by
layer
my children will love themselves
and on the day that they decide
otherwise
i will not hurt them
my children will know
compassion
will make room in their hearts
they will cry on behalf
of all of the earth's suffering
of all the dead soil
but it will not ail them
my children will change the world
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Shattered Reflections
الشعر"There was a moment in my life when I could not tell the difference between a window and a mirror. I could look into both and see everything but myself." Rudy Francisco, Helium - Windows and Mirrors A diary of sorts, to help me to remember.
