My dad taught me
The one thing my dad taught me
Was how to say no
I have seen him do it every single time
And he would be fine
The one thing my dad taught me
Was how to say no
He said it to the salesman at the door
And on the phone once more
The one thing my dad taught me
Was how to say no
Not to be persuaded by my peers
Or give in to my fears
The one thing my dad taught me
Was how to say no
When someone had gone too far and hurt me
And they wouldn't see
The one thing my dad taught me
Was how to say no
Even when I am asked by a friend
"Do you need a hand?"
The one thing my dad taught me
Was how to say no
"No, it wasn't your fault, it was mine
It was I who crossed the line"
That one thing my dad taught me
So quickly said
And so easily accepted
So no one would see I am affected
Dad, I know what you taught me
And it is very useful
But Mom, this question is for you:
Will you teach me to say yes too?
Ik had dit gedicht geschreven en wilde het graag even delen.
Nog een andere vraag, die soms best lastig kan zijn als je niet de beste relatie hebt met je ouders: wat hebben jouw (pleeg/peet/groot)ouders je geleerd?
Deep inside, I've never felt alive
