Tuesday, November 3, 2009

For My Children

Angelic innocence made mortal
Kissed by the lips of God
Overflowing with beauty and passion
Avoid those streets I've trod.

Lined with glitz and glamour
Manipulating you with 'what should be'
Trying to vitiate the precious gift you are
With radio, Internet, and TV.

Idols, legends, movie stars
Shown everywhere you turn
Used to equivocate your identity
Left to later crash and burn.

Hear my feeble plea, my love
List not to their brazen call
Unwavering inner strength and beauty
Are the most desirable traits of all.

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