Human DNA: 3P's [Poem]
Parents’ relationship
Parental relationship
Personal childhood experiences/trauma
The things that make a human being**
besides The Trinity
you know, the three persons (that)
embody divinity,
The Creator, God Himself
& The Son that was sent for me,
+ The Spirit, or our conscience
that guideth us spiritually
in Their image, were made humans,
Three of Em, like peace corps
but sin had came about,
introduced us to three more**
what are those other three?
or the troubles (we) were faced with
root of all our issues
from the biggest to basic -est
the first contributing factor
is one’s parents’ relationships,
that itself affects you
no matter what age you is
God made us in love,
it’s reflective, but truth is
Imperfect parent “love”
with no effort
is useless
a child witnessing such toxicity
is cruel-ish,
& introduced to love later might
leave him clueless
but should it be the opposite route,
won’t be fruitless
your perseverance’s really why
you even do this
the second on the list is
one’s relationship(s) w parents
Dad should be protector
while Momma be more coherent
the issues in their life might not surface
or be apparent
but if their traumas linger
could press you to run like errands
the third one
is your younger child’s trauma/experience
our brains were once like sponges
while some hearts played curious
if parents knew everything,
I’m sure they’d be furious
from things that might make “no sense”
to matters more serious
like learning of adults
giving in to their prurience,
& folk who can’t
keep’ it 100
like centurions
don’t matter (who) the jury is
we have beauties when it’s going good
& when uglies get hideous
but trusting in a God, in whose ways,
imperious,
it’s hard,
even when you feel robbed of (your)
innocence
I learned, that there’s beauty in each struggle tho,
in a sense,
we all somehow seem to need God
when weariest
sometimes He allows hurt,
even where your Achilles is
put promise(s) to stick by you
like Ferb & Phineas
the lenses of this poem
should show em, we all human
and some folks’ bad habits
ain’t 100% their doing,
even tho you draw you a line
accepting bull💩
think of their 3P’s ‘fore you
start selfishly assuming
even when the person you love
go acting stupid
& both knew love from (the) jump
& been struck in the a** by cupid
even when you pull out the arrow
you’ll still keep bruises,
to prioritize self-love
so authentic love
ain’t diluted
they might even cross you sometimes,
one time for Judas
you can feel a way if you want to, because you’re human
but even when ya feeling dejected
& kinda bluish
keep your Ps in check
& remember we’re all in schooling.