I have not given credence to my own upbringing,
for my ears were inclined toward heavenly singing.
I knew less, I knew much, I now know much more,
as my ears are inclined towards footsteps that now walk the floor.
I used to believe in a prince and a maiden.
That he was the hero, but was she mistaken?
In real life, tended to maternally be.
As much as she loved him, he loved her, all true,
whilst typing these words, they are telling their story to you.
I have not given credence to my childhood, bearing
all costumes and masks that my parents were wearing.
At times I would find a white feather, you see,
my ears were inclined to the persons who sent this to me.
I have not given credence to respect they taught me.
The morals of ages that have yet not bought me.
They never said; 'reject all colours and creeds'.
No, they would not say that, for their hearts
'Tis their values I now hold so dear.
Read more articles by veronica cressey or search for articles on the same topic or others.