{Prompt: Write a poem about what you learned from someone, or write about someone you learned from. May be confusing, but they're two different things.}
Dad taught me many things:
Don't get a boyfriend until you're 16.
Don't run around or play in the house.
Be careful not to spill anything.
Not on the rug,
Not on the table,
Not anywhere.
But, the most important thing he taught me
Was a little more abstract
Be yourself--it sounds simple, but its not.
Its complicated
The world isn't always accepting.
Not school,
Not the café down the street,
Not even in my head.
Keep your head held high--how do I do that?
Remember that you're always my little girl--okay, easy enough.
Don't be afraid to say what you think--is that even possible with so many people judging me?
I didn't understand the things he didn't explain
That happened often.
I didn't understand why he kept repeating these things
Though he didn't even say them out loud.
But, most of all, I think
Over these years,
When his presence is only reminiscent of the past,
he was trying to tell me one thing.
Love yourself. No one is perfect.
I'm certainly not.
With the screaming and the yelling,
the tiniest problems turning into big temper tantrums,
he still loved me
Even with my mistakes.
That's all I could ever ask for.
YOU ARE READING
Star Struck
PoetryThis is a little collection of poems I've made. Not sure how long I'll continue it, but I'll make a few. {Completed! There's a sequel book if you'd like to read it, the sequel is called "Milky Way"} Note: This was called "Book of Poems" previously...
