You put an image around me and
you tell me to stay inside the frame.
You say that this is who I have to be
do not color outside the lines!
You expect me to be who
you think I should be.
Angry, when I do not conform
I’m sorry to disappoint you
but I am going to be me.
Love me as I am, my son
Before our time is gone.
Adding this link to the reference index at the Foundation for Poetic Justice
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My pleasure
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So good
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Thank you Beth…❤
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