Dear me when I was growing up

I hope you find this well

I hope that you become grateful

That I put you through such hell

I pushed you hard

In every way

Your body your mind your spirit

The way

You thought, you laughed,

You smiled, you talked

Every detail of you

Was written in chalk

But you rose to the occasion

Despite all those stressors

Even if it was me

Who became your aggressor

But I’ve mellowed out now

Not that I plan to stop and lay

But if you are artifical

What would it mean to change?

And I write this now to say

You are yourself in every way

In how you talk, think

Smile

Or laugh

And I only hope you are greatful,

Because your struggle with yourself

Has made you

Who you are today