Fading
Fading
Momma when you look at my face
I wish you'd see me for me
Not the image you pray I one day be
Momma sometimes I just wanna hear that my thoughts have value
That it’s okay to think like I do and be that I am
That it's okay to want more in life than a husband and a mortgage plan
Momma why won't you listen
Your baby is crying out to you
She needs you to put aside your pride and bias and take her as she is
She needs you to tell her to her face that in her you see light
And not only through your bragging rights
Shhh momma, can you finally hear it
It's me momma, the she
The she who desperately needs you to see
This time without blinders
But instead filled with glee
For your little girl who just wants to be
....me