Letter To My Daughter #2
Your teachers call you a chatterbox;
they complain you don’t sit ‘nicely’ —
whatever that means.
They’ve labelled you as trouble
and now they don’t see you anymore.
But, my beautiful daughter,
you’re only six —
you’re full of life, and questions,
and excitement about each day —
of course you can’t sit still.
Please don’t change for them.
They don’t recognise the value or grace of your soul.
Hold on to your rage, and fight —
Please don’t conform.
Instead, let me teach you how
to play the part of ‘good girl’
while you absorb what nuggets of knowledge they offer;
but don’t bury yourself so deep
it takes you forty years to
find yourself again.
When they ask too much of you,
remember you are free
to walk your own path,
to live your own truth,
to reveal the cosmic beauty of your soul
and the burning fire of your will.
Always remember that I love you
just as you are,
and I’ll always have your back.