Dear younger siblings, it's been mind boggling to try to explain my mind, and how time doesn't make things fine. I look at you now and think holy cow. I have made mistakes, it wasn't a piece of cake. all the things I taught you seem to be missed used. I hope I taught you something, but I feel as if they meant nothing. Dear younger siblings, listen to this. all I wanted to do, was to be a good sis. I hope I taught you that being older, doesn't mean you are the gavel holder. Being older means you are the protector, fighting off the gladiators. who try to steal your innocents, helping you earn what makes sense. I wanted you to live with confidence, accepting yourself and taking no offence. I wanted you to be free from, What kept me from freedom. Dear younger siblings, some of you are older siblings. Don't forget what I taught you, you are not to sub-do. Pass on what I taught you, blessing them with what you knew. Increasing wisdom in them, please don't forsake them. I'd feel my work is in vain, or maybe I was insane. God is watching you, so what will you do?
-R.D. Jess
Renewed Dream 