Thu, 01/11/2018 - 00:30 -- rbodd21


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


This poem is about: 
My family
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