Dear Parents:
Forgive me for making their days more gray,
know that winter is not your best season. Their livers burst
while my imagination grows.
Excuse me for thinking differently to you,
for believing in a different world
and shame in the attempt.
I chose a long and tiring
but my heart says that is the victor.
do not expect you to support me,
because I trust my candid insight.
only wish to desist from your hurtful
disinterest.
Fathers,
regret not fear change,
not be cautious in my conclusions.
Believe me, in my attempt
revolutionary
never planned fill of disappointments;
not think it could affect them;
not so, I quit.
Never doubt your gut,
never give you back. Although
perhaps it was time to leave behind your skirts.