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my dear father

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my dear father,

remember when you asked me
what i wanted to be when i grew up
i always replied with doctor
and that smile you gave me
made lying all the more easier
because it made you happy

but father,
i never really wanted to be a doctor
i changed my mind years ago

i want to be a poet

i know you want me to cure people
but father,
i can heal them better with my poetry

i want them to drown in my words
rather than prescribed medicines
sometimes, you heal better with words
sometimes, comfort is found in
letters and sentences
not in spoonfuls of liquid

i have never asked for anything
this is the one thing i want
please give me a chance
i'll make you more proud
than any doctor could

he refused
he told me i was stupid
he took my ink away
and then he stopped talking to me

           so i wrote poetry about him.

- when i finally had the guts to tell my father about my dream, he called it a stupid phase, said it was a distraction from my studies, discouraged me, shut me out, so i wrote poetry about him hoping he might understand the beauty.

and he did.

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(not based on a real life incident)

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the whole point is to not let anyone stop you from accomplishing your dreams, even if it's your own dad. the constant pressure to be someone you're not, to live a life of an engineer when you were born to be a poet.

qotd: what are some insane dreams you have?

aotd: have a published book, win a watty award, reach 1 million reads and meet rupi kaur :")

love love love - s