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I'm Only ME
I'm Only Me
I am
only me,
that is all
that I can be
No more,
no less,
don't
second guess
I love, I laugh,
I live and cry,
I've wished at times,
that I could die
Some days I'm funny,
others I'm not,
sometimes I'm in overdrive
and can't stop
I am a loyal
and honest friend,
You know that I'll be there
until the end
I am a father/mother,
my children my greatest gift,
The smiles on their faces
always give me a lift
I am a romantic, sensual, sexual,
and passionate too,
to the love of my life,
I'll share this with you
I can be sweet and shy
or sassy and bold,
I'm quite a handful,
or so I've been told
I am not perfect,
I do have my faults,
Like when I get scared
I put up high walls
Or I'm not as forgiving,
as I'd sometimes like to be,
because when I hurt,
I hurt deeply
My logic is all my own,
at times misunderstood,
because I don't always do things
for my own good
I have many facets,
like a diamond you see.
I'm only 98% perfect,
I'm only Me.
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** A CHILD"S BILL OF RIGHTS**
My son came home from school one day,
with a silly grin on his face,
He thought he was smarter than me, his mom,
and he could put me in my place.
HE SAID:
Guess what I learned in Civics Two,
that's taught by Mr. Wright,
It's about the laws of the land, today,
it's called THE CHILDREN'S BILL OF RIGHTS.
IT SAYS:
That I don't have to clean my room,
I don't even have to cut my hair,
Nobody can tell me what I can eat,
or choose the clothes I wear.
IT SAID:
Freedom of speech is my
constitutional guarantee,
and it's my choice of what I read,
or what I watch on T.V.
I have the freedom of religion,
and regardless to what you say,
I don't have to ask your God for help---
I don't have to pray.
IT SAID:
I can wear an earring in my ear,
and if I want to--I can pierce my nose,
It's my choice if I so desire,
to tattoo Satan's numbers--across my toes.
Hey, if ever again you try to spank me,
I will charge you with the crime,
and I can back up all my charges,
With the marks on my behind.
HE SAID, NOW:
Don't ever touch my body again,
this body of mine is for me to use,
And not for your hugs and kisses and stuff,
that's just another form of child abuse.
HE CONTINUED WITH:
And stop trying to fill my head with morals,
like your mama did to you,
Things like that is called mind control,
And that's illegal too!
Mom, I have these children's rights,
you can't do a thing to me,
I can call the children's services,
better known as C. S. D.
MY TURN!!!!
My very first impression was,
to toss this boy right out the door,
But here was a chance to teach him a lesson,
for once and for ever more.
I took my time and mulled it over,
but something like this I couldn't let go,
This kid of mine didn't realize,
that he was messing with a pro!
AND AWAY WE GO!
The next day we went shopping,
very much to his dismay,
I didn't buy him 501s
or shirts designed by Nike.
I had called and talked to the C. S. D.,
they said that they didn't really care,
If I bought him Volume shoes,
or a pair of Nike Airs.
AND THEN:
I cancelled his appointment with DMV,
so he could test his driving SKILLS,
I'd probably be dead by now for sure,
If only looks could kill!
I SAID:
By-the-way, I don't have time to stop and eat,
or pick up stuff for you to munch,
I think you should follow C. S. D.'s advice,
And make yourself a big sack lunch.
So, you say what? that you're not hungry,
that you can wait til dinner time?
Well, I am fixing liver and onions,
Cause that's a favorite dish of mine.
Can we stop to get a movie,
so you can watch on the VCR?
Gosh no! I sold what was your T.V.,
And bought four new tires for my car.
I also rented out your room,
sorry, you really don't need a bed,
All I really have to do for you,
Is put a roof over your head.
As long as I have to buy your clothes,
and the food that you must eat,
The money I gave you for an allowance,
Is going to buy me something neat.
No more eating after we shop,
no more joking along the way,
Son, I too have BILL OF RIGHTS,
That goes into effect today.
What's the matter, why are you crying?
What are you doing down on your knees?
Why are you asking God to help you,
Instead of C. S. D.?
6 Again
To Whom It May Concern:
I hereby officially tender my resignation as an adult.
I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of a 6 year old again.
I want to go to McDonald's and think that it's a four star restaurant.
I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make ripples with rocks.
I want to think M&Ms are better than money, because you can eat them.
I want to play kickball during recess and paint with watercolors in art.
I want to lie under a big Oak tree and run a lemonade stand with my friends on a hot summers' day.
I want to return to a time when life was simple.
When all you knew were colors, addition tables and simple nursery rhymes, but that didn't bother you, because you didn't know what you didn't know and you didn't care.
When all you knew was to be happy because you didn't know all the things that should make you worried and upset.
I want to think that the world is fair.
That everyone in it is honest and good.
I want to believe that anything is possible.
Somewhere in my youth...
I matured and I learned too much.
I learned of nuclear weapons, war, prejudice, starvation and abused children.
I learned of lies, unhappy marriages, suffering, illness, pain and death.
I learned of a world where men left their families to go and fight for our country, and returned only to end up living on the streets... begging for
their next meal.
I learned of a world where children knew how to kill...
and did!!
What happened to the time when we thought that everyone would live forever, because we didn't grasp the concept of death?
When we thought the worst thing in the world was if someone took the jump rope from you or picked you last for kickball?
I want to be oblivious to the complexity of life and be overly excited by little things once again.
I want to return to the days when reading was fun and music was clean.
When television was used to report the news or for family entertainment and not to promote sex, violence and deceit.
I remember being naive and thinking that everyone was happy because I was.
I would walk on the beach and only think of the sand between my toes and the prettiest seashell I could find.
I would spend my afternoons climbing trees and riding my bike.
I didn't worry about time, bills or where I was
going to find the money to fix my car.
I used to wonder what I was going to do or be when I grew up, not worry about what I'll do if this doesn't work out.
I want to live simple again.
I don't want my day to consist of computer crashes, mountains of paperwork, depressing news, how to survive more days in the month than there is money in the bank, doctor bills, gossip, illness and loss of loved ones.
I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth, justice, peace, dreams, the imagination, mankind and making angels in the snow.
I want to be 6 again.
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