I want to make light of this and joke that she’s too young to start her emo stage, but holy crap, my baby.
She brought this into my room tonight because she wanted my opinion “if it’s any good or not”.
The world is mean
the world is nice.
The world is Not fair
The world is Fair.
NO the world is nice, mean
fair and not fair
like you and me.
Obviously I corrected ‘worold’ to ‘world’. She has expressed this level of thinking in her private journal (not her school journal) which she uses to handle her emotions and occasional Simpson doodle. I only read it when she asks me to, when she’s embarrassed to tell me something, for instance:
I’m beyond happy that she’s feeling out her emotions and being creative and all that but still. She should be writing poems about rainbows and unicorns, right?
Anyway… ChÜberlist 2017 – The Year of the Slug is on its way, but I’ve been actually doing some of the stuff on the list (starting, anyway) so I’ve been mildly preoccupied.