For Children Are Seeds, Not An Image of You

For children are seeds, not an image of you,

They grow in their own light, with a path to pursue.

Autonomy is their birthright, their soul to unfold,

Not reflections of you, but stories untold.

For children are seeds, with roots of their own,

Not echoes of you, nor a clone to be grown.

Their hearts beat to rhythms you can’t control,

They blossom in freedom, not bound to your role.

Let them find their voice, let them claim their space,

For they are not yours to mold or erase.

Autonomy calls, and they’ll answer the sound,

For children are seeds and in them life is found.

When the mother and father are worshipped as gods,

They escape all the blame, their hearts growing hard.

They demand reverence, yet fail to see,

That the future they shape requires humility.

Their power is crowned, but their vision is blind,

No room for reflection, no healing in mind.

They elevate themselves, but refuse to mend,

Ignoring the truth that could help them transcend.

The mother destroys, with her anger and blame,

While the father can leave, untouched by the shame.

She reshapes the past with a powerful hand,

He slips into silence, unable to stand.

A mother as savior, a perilous role,

Her power consuming what once made her whole.

She claims the creation, denies what is free,

A love turned to rule, no room left for "we."

When a father looks the other way, as if he did not create,

He erases the bond, and he rewrites his fate.

A ghost to the life his choices have made,

Leaving love and duty silently betrayed.

The father stays out, a shadow in play,

His silence convenient, his presence held at bay.

But when stories are told, the script is unkind,

His voice erased, his truth left behind.

The mother destroys the image she hates,

Of the man that chose willingly to create.

With every word, she rewrites the past,

A tale of betrayal, a love that couldn’t last.

When a mother and father demand the divine,

Not love, but reverence, a worshipful shrine,

They forsake the bond that nurtures and grows,

For altars of ego where no true love flows.

This is not to say that all families are this way,

But for this particular parent they led their own astray.

And when the children did not cower to her demands,

She sent everyone after them like a dog, per her own command.

Bound by their pride, they waged their decree,

"Bow down or face what we refuse to see."

Yet children of strength will not bend or break,

For truth outlives what their lies cannot fake.

Now sex is turned power, not a tool to unite,

It’s wielded to conquer, to claim, to incite.

What once was connection, a shared act of grace,

Now becomes a weapon, a struggle for place.

So admit who you chose, the path you have made,

For power and control are the choices you’ve laid.

No longer a partner, but a ruler instead,

You’ve traded connection for a throne in your head.

Desire is corrupted, no longer a gift,

But a currency traded to conquer and shift.

The bond that was tender now twisted with spite,

As power takes over and love fades from sight.

I stood for both, but they went against me,

In their battles and pain, I was caught in between.

They tore at my heart, with blame and with shame,

But I held my ground, I refused to play this game.

I took my first breath, they won’t stop me now,

This life is mine, and I’m carving it loud.

They tried to control, to break, and to bind,

But I’m stepping forward, leaving them behind.

I will be the one who stands in place of the mother,

I will be the one who advocates in place of the father.

They both can have their worship, their thrones and their crowns,

But I will go past them and I will not back down.

I’ll speak for the truth they both refuse to see,

I will speak for the broken, the lost, and the ones I set free.

They may have held power, but they will never control,

The strength in my heart, the fire in my soul.

So in violence against me, they both wore a crown,

Each wearing their power, trying to tear me down.

With every strike they claimed their control,

But I stood unbroken, I reclaimed my soul.