two individuals but only one individual pair of ears.
1 min readMay 15, 2023
I don’t like listening to someone who won’t hear, My questions, my thoughts, my doubts and my fear. They say it’s for my good, But when I speak up, they show irritated mood.
My elders, my mentors, they hold the key, To knowledge and wisdom, to help me see. But if they won’t listen, how can I learn? How can I grow, and how can I yearn?
To be heard, to be seen, to be understood, To be respected, as I know I should. But if they won’t listen, it’s a one-way street, And my voice will be silenced, and my growth incomplete.
So I’ll keep asking, and keep pushing, and keep striving, To find those who listen, and help me keep thriving. Who see me as an equal, who value my voice, And help me become, my own wise choice.
