She looked up at me as she cried.

I gave her a hug and wiped her eyes.

I saw a fear in her that couldn't be explained.

How do I tell her she would never see her father again?

Dear child, why do you cry and weep?

God has come and rocked your father to sleep.

He knew you would come to see him and not realize,

why he's not talking to you, and he apologizes.

He told me to tell you, he will see you again one day.

Don't worry about him, in the time that he is away.

He said he will watch over you, and watch you grow.

He said he will be at every graduation and ballerina show.

He told me that you might not see him because he has to hide.

He said name your favorite teddy bear after him and put him on your side.

So whenever you need to talk to him, or need a fatherly bear hug.

You can hug this bear from your father sent with his love.

Imagine that every time you open your front door, you are greeted by a person in formalwear who stops you and asks you to talk to them. This person is typically not pushy or rude and is often funny and sweet even. You guys could be friends, but all they do is tell you about their latest thing. At first, you probably listen to them. I mean, you got the house for free and feel as though it is your duty to listen. So you do. Every time. But you notice that the speech doesn't change often. You get bored of hearing it but you are trapped there for at least five seconds. These are the longest five seconds of your life. Occasionally it is a whole fifteen seconds which is just torture to have to do every time you leave your house.

Now, I put a wall in front of that person. Technically, they are still there. They are still talking. Occasionally, some survey or picture shines through the wall. But, it is easy to ignore. You can walk past without stopping. If you are unloading groceries, you don't have to stop every six seconds to listen to something you have heard sixteen times before. Now, the landlords don't like this and often make you put the wall dow or pay to have the person disappear, but it is easy to get around it since you can find another house with more lenient landlords. That's why I use adblockers. Understand?

The question held innocence,

just like her yound eyes.

She asked again and again,

even as she was met with denies.

Since, "Child, trust me,

this is best left unsaid-

how about you

go play instead?"

But she still wonders,

thinking away,

asking again and again

every day.

I really do not want to

rid her of her childhood,

but what if she hates me,

and this is all misunderstood?

So, finally, I say calmly,

"They come from where they grow,

a place just under the belly,

a place the name of you will one day know."

Yet it wasn't enough

for her inquisitive mind.

Still, there are horrors

and horrors do bind.

There was only one solution,

and it's was not to lie.

I just had to make sure

she did not cry.

"Males and females

give their genes,

in a way that

should not be seen."

One question, just one,

has put my life on edge.

I wished it had never been asked,

since I'm falling off the ledge.

It starts with the butterfly or the bee?

Butterflies like flowers that bees do.

Bees also like flowers that butterflies do.

So basically, it doesn't matter if the bee or butterfly begins it all, the importance is that they both enjoy and sustain the same thing-

The flower.

There's two coffee companies, by far the most popular in town. The catch? They both sell the most bland, most unoriginal, most uninspired coffee you could possibly sell, and at an unreasonably high price. They get away with this by the way the town's coffee system works: instead of each person getting to choose their preferred coffee, everybody casts ballots for a brand of coffee, and whichever one wins, everybody in the town must drink that brand of coffee for the entire day. At the beginning, there were lots of different types of coffee being sold in town; some brands sold basically hot chocolate or coffee-infused water. But eventually, people started realizing that some brands would never win the daily election; they were just too small to compete. So, many people started switching their votes to bigger-name brands, that were at least less objectionable to them compared to some of the other choices. This process continued until there were basically only the two are still around today. Every year or so, these brands will change flavors, and swap styles, but very few people will bat an eye if they do so slowly. And in recent years, the brands have avoided pushback to this system with an ingenious trick: mob mentality. As people chose the same brand day after day and then had their children choose the same brand, people eventually began to identify strongly with whichever brand suited them the best. They began to slander anyone who did not support their brand of coffee and even refused to associate or respect anyone who did not buy into their brand of coffee. This way, even though the two brands were essentially the same with minor cosmetic differences (both cared far more about appeasing other companies and enriching themselves than about the quality of their coffee or the treatment of their workers or customers), the two brands were able to pull through even during these recent setbacks and emerge basically unscathed.

Now, replaced "coffee brand" with "political party", and you have political polarization in a nutshell.