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Don't Blame Me.



I have been meaning to tell you this for a long time. I am sick and tired of you blaming me. I haven't done anything but be here for you, as I was for your father, his father before him and for many generations past. Still you leave me at the slightest opportunity, making excuses for your ineptitude and blaming me, just as your father did. But we both know I am not the problem. 
I give you everything, as I did your father before you. I gave him my fertility, my beauty and my wealth as I have given you today but all he did was abuse and scorn me, drenched me in the blood and tears of my children whom you've forced me to bury before their time. You fight one another as though I am not enough for you all, as though I haven't always been. Then you turn around and run away as though another isn't immediately born in your place who thanks to your hateful cowardice grows up to resent me too. I'm not the one with a problem. I am not the one who steals from me and then locks my wealth away in a vault of greed. I am not the one who arms your children and pits them against one another. I am here as I always have and always will be, waiting for you to grow up and wise, but when you do, you lose the courage to fight for me as I have patiently waited for you. You will leave me in the hands of evil men and women, those who only want to exploit me and then turn your back on me and call me hopeless. Yet here I am, hoping on you to find your voice. 
Before you run off and let me down like your father did, I need you to know that with every drop of your blood you spill, I die a little inside. With every drop of your tears that touch me, I cry to the heavens too and when you return I will be here waiting for you. 




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