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They are boys not made of steel, Girls, not made of flowers

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Parents expect so much youth from childhood

So much responsibility from infantry

Don't expect maturity from a child because they aren't mature to act mature

They are kids so why are you surprised when they act their nature????

Parents do wrong by wrongfully measuring their children by the standards of their bad decisions

Parents view their kids from the lens of their broken life

Asking too much from one so young

Expecting so much from one still developing

Using iron hands on feather skins

You are an adult and with all your seriousness and old age, you still make mistakes

Yet you will beat a child because he/she made one childish mistake

Let them grow old before you beat them cold

If they are indeed at their golden age, let them grow hotter first

Don't beat them while they are yet cold

They are but boys not steel

And Girls, not flowers

Have a wonderful week and if you have bought my book, Water and Fire...have an extra wonderful week ahead...the rest of you, get a copy of my book and get the extra!!!!

I love you all!!!


Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne

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