Problem Child

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See me? I'm a problem child.
I am the one always speaking out of turn
think on my feet- 
as I go
See me? I am a problem child.
I challenge
answer back
staring you down
don't step on my feet
See me? I'm a problem child.
I see you just fine
you can't see me
I'm convinced
 you're blind
and I see right through
your masks
See me? I'm a problem child.
I have feelings
I can hear
I'm not stupid,
but you forget.
Stop judging me
from your strength
looking down at my weakness
level the field
I already know your weaknesses
because I listen
when you think I hear nothing
I miss not one word, crease of the brow
flinching of eye
Come down off your high horse
See me.
I think thoughts you presume to know
but don't-
Imagine things you have never dreamed
have experienced things 
from your worst nightmares
See me. I'm a problem child.
I'm the one that slipped through the cracks
when you turned your back
assuming you knew
what you did not know
stop drawing conclusions, 
it's a fool who judges only by what he sees
See me? I'm a problem child.
See you?
learn what it means to see
 He. Sees. Me.
He sees me, and I am loved.
See me.
I'm a problem child.
I will change your world
if you allow yourself to see.

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  1. You really do capture that anger/remorse/embarrassment/resentment/shame of problem child and wishfulness. Well done. k.

    1. Thank you, I think I remember it well...;)

  2. I love this! Perhaps, because I am a problem child

  3. beautiful...i know these children all too well and often they are only seen as the problem...not the child...and there is usually a reason they act the way they do...you just have to have eyes that see....

    1. You see well, Brian. I see that. Thanks, brother- appreciate your visits and feedback.

  4. Wow - excellent and love how you bring it all the around to the end - Jesus. sandie

    1. Oh how it always comes back to Him. He always takes the strays right back into those faithful everlasting arms. WHen they finally come. Amen.
      I know as I am one.

  5. Wow, this was a good one,very powerful and that close just wraps it so tightly at the end, nicely done.

  6. I love this one. I often thought in high school, as a mentor for much younger ones in grades below me, that the "problem children" were just geniuses trying to embrace the world when no one would let them. People often ignored them with disgust and never heard a word they said.

    1. I've seen that from many sides, as well. I've worked with youth and I was that youth! But I also have worked along side adults who were blind guides.

  7. That was deep. I wonder how many of us can see a little bit of ourselves in that "problem child"? Hmmmm...but Jesus loves us anyway. That's the good part.
    Thank you for letting us in on this glimpse inside.

    1. Thank you for always reading between the lines. Seeing the heart. You are so good at that!

  8. Every parent, every teacher needs to read this! Seriously. So good.

  9. I love this piece and it reminds me to really see everyone I come across.

    1. I guess that really is the goal for all of us, yes? Not easy, but possible. Definitely possible.

  10. I totally love this!! I can see myself in it when I was a lot younger and even today as well. Loving the angry words!

    1. I am right there with you - I was and am (somewhat)! Thanks!

  11. That is sooo my lovely daughter. Every word of it. It's a bit of me, too. I like how you capture the raw emotion of whatever you're writing about.

    1. Thank you, Stacy. Please know...I am so empathetic. It's painful to see some of the similarities between mothers and daughters...at least for me. But I know this child. In know full well!

  12. This reminds me that each child is so precious and comes into this world innocent and happy. So sad when that is taken away from them.

    1. I agree wholeheartedly. Thanks for visiting and commenting. ;)

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    1. Oh, I loved that band as a teen. I didn't know they had a song (or maybe it's in my brain archives somewhere)named that but it would make sense.


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