I think, therefore I am

Yet, you placed your ideology

Onto me, shaping me.

As I was a seedling,

You watered me;

a downpour of politics

a waterfall of what is right and wrong

a shower of your shortcomings

Mistakes which you made,

but have taught me so I would not duplicate.

I used to take it as criticism,

criticalness lead to craving

craving positive recognition.

But as a seedling grows,

breaking through cement,

weathering wind and storm,

growing strong enough to live freely

It becomes a mighty tree;

with cuts and burns, yes,

but through the trials

A transformation has been complete.