Poetry so old it’s new again. Life poetry

Good little children

Just like good little children,

Dressed in flowers, 

Wearing bows, 🎀

We learned all the bad habits

Of the adults.

We felt they needed love

And we wanted the same.

We wanted their acceptance

So we showed them 

All that we could learn,

And how cute we could look

We impressed with our manners,

With our knowledge, our school.

They showed us off,

We impressed their friends.

Some claimed our success

And when we did not impress,

They said NO, NO, NO.

We learned politics, 

We learned math,

We learned gossip,

We learned to write.

We learned to read,

And to complain,

We learned to cheat,

To lie, to ask,

To be subservient.

We learned to work,

Some learned business,

Some to steal.

But we can’t blame them

Since they learned the same,

Just like we did.

It’s up to us to wake up, 

SO WE DON’T TEACH THE SAME

TO OUR KIDS. 

We learned to say YES

To the food that they ate,

To their clothes and their ways,

We learned to please them,

We did things we didn’t want,

Just because we were told,

Or just to be accepted and liked. 

Keeping up the old matrix

Of the race. 

We learned to say NO

To all that is different,

To say no to change,

To say no to learn, 

No to some friends,

The lucky ones to strangers.

Will never have a boyfriend, NOOOOOO…

Will never have sex. 🤣

And when you do,

You’ll say no anyway

To some things even if you

Want them all the way.

And then you’ll say hey,

Why did I turn him down?

I really wanted him anyways

If only he offered it to me again

So I could tell him I want him, YES. 🤩

But he might never really ask again 😂

And then you’ll have to offer it yourself. 🦋🦒🦋

SEXUAL LIBERATION

I believe in sexual liberation

But with just one man. 

I can say YES 

Very confidently,

Knowing well in my heart ❤️,

What I love in my bed. 

And forget

What my mother would say!😊

I say yes to change,

Even if others might think 

I should say no. 

No one has to please me

And I like it that way,

But I expect the same 

In return. 

Written by:

Eve Lovestar

05/03/2020

Thank you for reading,

I’ll be sharing more old poetry soon,

Eve

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