Girl In The Park (Randyjw; March 28, 2022)
You walked over the hill
a moth drawn to the flame
again and again
in nature, each nature
following its will
A realization, still
that same meets same
Your friends trying to draw you away
(Oh, girl – would you just go?)
yet you still remained
Your parents and guardians
issuing dire warnings
(Ah, please, little one – this is getting out of hand)
There was nothing I could do, kid
except to tell you, thanks
What advice could I give you?
all they mean is to keep you safe
I could see jail time looming
for this seeming inappropriateness
but doing nothing
(things getting out of control)
and a side of my own medicine staring me smack-dab in the face?
Maybe you thought that party was boring
the formulaic gatherings
(Oh, G0d, girl – no…. not the homeless girl in the park)
Maybe your parents are too self-absorbed
to just chat with you and listen to
what you have to say
with their undivided attention
Maybe your sense of truth and justice
won’t win out, when trying to hear
another perspective
‘cuz it’ll be turned against you
due to your sweet and trusting nature –
I wonder,
were you born in December?
And maybe you’ll just never get it into your head
to realize that in the dark
there sometimes really are boogiemen
And despite what happens to you
you’ll still never learn
and you’ll have to get a bit scrappy
and wonder why this ever occurred
Look, kid,
I couldn’t tell you or intervene
This is a letter just to yourself
as well as it is to me
Nope, I wouldn’t kidnap or kill you
that’s just your parents’ overconcern
because to love and protect you
they’re overgeneralizing to help you learn
They do need to tell you specific scenarios
‘cuz you might not dream them yourself
It’s too bad that you’re not like your little friend
the sweet, but firm, diplomat
You were just being nice when you
came wandering over
to speak with me and voice your mind
In my dottering old age, anxiety and instinct kick in –
Hurry up and break out before they’ve gotten your soul
by breaking in
I can see you’ll need to break the grip
being good, pleasing others,
societal expectations, the inner conflict
Though I’m not a parent,
you know, I also, too, was a kid
you kindof haunt me
like my mirrored projections
and roads to hell being paved with good intentions
You’ll be hurting, and they’ll be hurting
(just remembering the sweet, kind smile
from the woman sitting in the corner)
Who needs a wonderwoman costume
It’s somebody else with its whistles and bells
Live life as you – express your truth
and trust what your heart has to tell