The Sacrifice of The Book of Parenthood.

Sacrifice equals fighting off all the cheaters, being battered and bruised, maimed, hungry, angry, spat on, cheated and stamped on repeatedly, whilst sheltering your children from it, so they know not of the full extent of the dark side of humanity.

Sacrifice equals placing your hands in the jaws of the beast, to afford your children just a little time to runaway from danger.

Sacrifice equals confronting the darkness of yourself and of humanity, so your children don’t have to.

Sacrifice equals taking on Goliath and finding a way to win, no matter how big the beast.

A parent is a parachute, to soften the fall.

A parent is a peephole, through which children can view the world in a safe manner.

A parent is an umbrella, to save the rainy days.  

A parent is a predator, to keep children from becoming prey.

A parent is a book, forever being read. The pages of which the ink will never dry.

A book is a barrier to the floodgates of reality.  

A book is a locket of complex reflection and immersion.

A book is your babies, together you write the pages.

What will your pages say?  

We’re all a bunch of pages, don’t let the cheaters write you and yours, you write you, and right the wrongs of the cheaters.

A book is a weapon, which war you gonna wage?

I’m aiming for the cheaters, with a stone in my sling and truth in my heart. I cannot lose; you never lose if you keep fighting on. Keep absorbing the pain into your blood dripping pages, and still fight forward.

If the civil law is against you, you write your own civil dispute.

Are you prepared to lose it all?

I fucking am!