guilt trippin

she has a masters in guilt trippin
learned, crafted, poised
second nature
foot out, eyes wide in innocence
perfect lips curled up in one corner
i know who she is
through and through
yet i love her
my heart beats a little quicker
when i know it’s coming
the accusations
why aren’t you good enough?
do you even care?
the pain, the hurt
well deserved,  well earned
and i let her
who am i to stop her dreams?
she’s going to get a PhD one day
and i’ll be there when
she crosses the stage

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