I DO
The Cid
Another of the same kind...
Why don't you give it
Another shot?
My query may be a year overdue
But please lend me your ears,
I am doing this for you.
Mom, Dad,
Recognize me growing—
The moppet you once loved;
How my ability to deem had been refined;
Your child has grown so fast.
Grown in hatred.
Bête noire of himself.
Grown below what is
Acceptable in your sight,
Grown with your counsel's
Needfulness.
I am the fruit of your pledges,
The droplet of your blood.
At the fireside, I am calling for you;
Lakes, rivers, seas, and suchlike
Were calling for blue.
Intuit me burning,
Say I deserve your mercy.
I do!
Millions and thousands
Of woebegone children
Deserves it, too.
Mommy, please stay.
As I kneel in front of Daddy,
Help me pray.
I can never assimilate,
But will never contend with you.
My wish is just soft;
Carry out your 'I do'.
