Remember This, Alfred

"Some wouldn't respect your "yes",

Some wouldn't accept the "no",

Others would solely judge for "i need time" or "i don't know".

You aren't an answer,

For you can't be owned.

You're shamelessly yours.

Or to be solved,

You are no mystery.

Rather every bit of human, confused, proud or guilty.

You are to be embraced,

For what you are.

With those lasting marks, bruises and laughter.

Some would tell you are a "prude",

Some would call you "slut",

Others would roast you by "is this time to come?" or "are you off your nut?".

You aren't property,

For you can't be claimed.

You have a body, completely yours.

Or to be gained,

You are no trophy.

But a flower in every sense, radiant, beautiful and gloomy.

You are to grow bolder,

For what God gave you two hands.

One for yourself and other for those with no wands.

Some would declare you're "bossy",

Some would prepare you to be "girly",

Others will question "why not quit?" Or "is it necessary to work really?".

You dream isn't a carcass,

For it can't be buried.

You have a choice, forever yours.

Or to be hidden,

It ain't a spy.

But free as a bird, float, sing or fly.

You are to be praised,

For what you have, and will become.

Your desire will change the shape, a day will come.

Some would taunt for you were spinster,

Some would haunt you for you're dowager,

Others will just mention " pay the sin" or " your life's over".

You aren't guilty,

For you can't be blamed.

You've got your whole life ahead of yours.

Or to be disposed,

You are no waste.

My dear, you are a woman, a divine grace.

You are to be loved,

Just like the man you'd wed ",

Remember this my daughter, "Alfred".