Who
are you to judge me?
You were not there for me when I turned three
You were not there when I went through puberty
You did not influence my judgment on who to be or not to be
Realization,
You have no control over me
You choose not to communicate with me because you do not understand
me
You choose not to call me because you do not know what to say
Hint,
I love you
I am not three or even twenty-three
I am damn neat thirty, living my life for my babies and me
Maybe if you stopped judging me and remember you did not raise
me
Just maybe you could understand me and possibly love me for
me