TROUBLES

There’s a lot of noise
from lots of boys
about girls they wished they “knew.”
Read it how you want:
is it jest or taunt
or injustice that we all accrue?

A daughter will grow
while her mother will know
inside of a gentleman’s heart:
kindness, respect,
basic things you’d expect —
it all ends before it can start.

Now, a girl passes by,
and I see her sigh,
the light gently stroking her hair.
Her eyes look out, sad,
resolute, ironclad:
perhaps, hopeful — for what isn’t there.

 

 

 

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