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So what if I’m a little passive?
Or my aggression flies higher than the skies,
Or maybe my attitude can slice on a drop of a dime,
Or can give a look that can commit any crime,
So what?
It doesn’t make me any less of who I am suppose to be,
Just mold me into the person I was chosen to be,
Go ahead and judge me,
Judge the life I’ve lived,
In which you would never be able to walk in one sole of mine,
Or walk a straight path if that,
Go ahead,
Deal with the hands I’ve dealt with,
Or the fact that I will never be able to speak a word to my dead mother,
Who hid her pregnancy with me and tried to mission abort like the others,
Get taken away by the state and adopted because of her neglect and lack of love due to the many lovers,
Or even find my father who was only just a donor of an extreme undercover,
The many things that I have been exposed to,
The beatings that I have taken because I was just being loved too,
Would you even be able to make it past my childhood?
Being tormented and crying because of the ridicule?
Of complete embarrassment or disgust?
Always feeling alone and wandering in wanderlust?
Being the outcast like Jan in the Brady Bunch,
Or maybe the fact that i was messed up so bad that I can’t even control my own damn mental,
Lucid thoughts crowding my fundamentals,
Try me,
Feel my pain,
Understand this hurt,
I’m not this way because I’ve had everything given to me,
I am this way because I had everything taken from me,
Would you be able to even walk by my side?
Let alone carry a book or two of mine?
Even hold a conversation with me long enough before you run out of “I’m Sorry's” to say?
I bet you’ll dehydrate before we even make it to the finish line,
Talk about me it’s okay,
Because you will never understand what I have been through,
The obstacles I had to climb,
The fear of never being the mother who was never a mother of mine,
The many mistakes I have seen and never want to repeat,
Go ahead and judge me,
Just make sure your hands are cleaned.
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