And just for thought...
Rash judgments on my behalf but no one ever knows the full story.
They ignore the intricate details of who I am.
All they see are notions of what they want to believe,
assumptions that bear no relevance.
You ask questions though you seem to already have the answers.
I can scream for hours but you will never hear the truth.
Base whatever on my age and my social standing of a single mother,
you will find me inconsequential.
I care for only a good time that requires very little intelligence, correct?
I could never match your pretentious standard, fact.
If you took the time to see me for the strong woman I am,
you would see my flesh is an honor to touch.
You would understand your harsh words cause rage.
You say only what you think I want to hear,
words that will tangle me in your bed quicker,
expecting me to eat up your unfounded knowledge of my own self worth,
believing I am so starved for attention I will instantly bend over for you.
You apparently need no other response from me.
It's you who is the one that needs affirmation from me.
You need someone to swallow your tears far more then I ever will.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.