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The Horrors of Parents


It’s not an original charge – but let’s let it happen again.
We did not seek to be born.
You have awakened us from the blessed peace of nothingness
into the world of examinations, rejections, compromises and pains.
No wonder we have quite a few complaints in your account.
That is – in a dense sense – all your mistake.
But, accept our appeals as giving you recognition.
To let someone dare say how much you hate him, you have to feel pretty safe with him.
We are overtaking you: as we would not, given how tiny and helpless we were
when you were already huge and resourceful adults.
Unfortunately, when you prey on people, you can also be too much of a reproach to them
when you start discovering boring reality.
We met you when we were not even able to deal with your shawls yet,
your immaturity, your bad musical taste. We were helpless before you.
We have to blame you for being crazy in some way
as were your parents and theirs before them.
You react excessively, give importance to strange things, your fears are overwhelming, your teaspoons unusual.
You forget how fast we grow.
That helpless two-year-old from sometime, not necessarily our right,
but only one version of the one that is most easily admired to you.
It is already an insult to itself.
You may love us, but with some complicated, explicit and sometimes cruel ideas
what kind should we be!
Do not blame us for complaining. Your habits must irritate us.
If we were too fond of you, we would not have the incentive to grow up and continue our lives.
Although, of course, no matter how much they are trying to leave you, we will never be able to.
No matter how limited they may be, you will always look somewhat supernatural to us.
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