Caved in with distance

I wonder if parents know that instilling a fear of being average

would release a cage full of crackens into the minds of children.

A whole field of fear just for me to frolick. 

A whole list of possibilities ad futures for me to flee from and lament.

A constant craving to be something so amazing

and the simultaneaous denial of that desire.

Always told that useful roles of life are filled befor you can even get your pants on.

My melted down, metallic, resolve bitter as I wash it down with my tea and 

suddenly dry sense of humor.

B's becoming acrobats and flipping into A's and 

I went from a girl of beauty to a girl of brain.

It's so clear why I don't pay attention to a body that my mother considers gorgeous,

she never taught me to really look at it.

She taught me to build my life around a pristine building of supposed intellect.

I forgot that I was even in a body at all.

To put in basic terms,

all physical awareness flew out the window with the belief that 

I will be anything more than what is expected of me. 

And although I became a girl of brain,

my mind has suddenly become a pile of mush

that makes me lop my head to one side or the other. 

The comparing and the compettion reveals the hideous part of the world 

that I didn't bother to look at.

As one would teach their beautiful child to love themselves, 

please don't let them drownin the art that they are taught to love. 

Their impending growth in the area may become infected and scar over.

I'm not doctor, but I'd reccomend exposure to open air and insecurity.

One will heal the wounds,

and the other will be ived with and battled like any other disease. 

Your child will become a marvelous, hexed butterfly,

and I can only hope that she goes tree to tree,

never to even see the sinking, caving ground as she escapes it.

Human Dignity + Compassion = Peace.