Blame is a two way street going one way. I best stick to a single road going in any direction before I end up slamming this bitch in reverse, spinning it around and needlessly causing a head on collision. For indeed, I understand the real meaning behind performance and precision. It is an individually based chosen decision. A risk I am willing to take, the right of way.
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Tess Stafford (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: During a feeling of miscommunication. I realized as I felt like I was the only one out of a small group of us keeping up on importance and gravity of situation. In regards to properly disciplining and raising responsible human beings. I got frustrated and stooped to feelings of well no wonder our children are treating lessons needed learned if adults are treating as such with blatant disregard! After coming full circle, I seen my side of the street, so to speak, of my own responsibility in the matter was of me and how I could of handled as such more reasonably. Thus, this is what came out of my soul searching....
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Hindsight, where is it when we need it.
Thank you for your response. I sincerely appreciate it. So true, yet the signs are more often than not there. It's my choosing on how to perceive and ascertain wisely that I let get the best of my own emotional intelligence at times, even though it is simply a direction, my heed is a bit frayed from over tinkering. 😉🙃🙄🥴😏
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