My Father Tells Me It's Going to Be Hard
As I sit on the chair and explain to him my life dreams
I was so caught up in listening to his objections
And explaining to him how it would be successful
I forgot to tell him that this is what makes me feel alive
I forget to tell it to him in a way
That he wouldn't respond with judgement
And disgust
As if one's purpose was something flimsy and cheap
Not the energy
That created the great figures
He admires so much