Old digs in new digs

I’m ready to make new mistakes
So tired of old wrongs berating me
Still not ready to be reborn as an adult?
Child, what U said was true, but sharp
Words wielded untrue cuts like a Katana
I could’ve gathered my insides when he sliced
Instead, I let the hemorrhage out 2 show him
Show him that words are not for parrying
Among loved ones, words R warm hugs
I gave my child this cold advice
Words from compassion R never wrong
Dialectics is not about being…