And just for thought...
I see the way you treat my family but stick your judgement back into your sockets.
You say you support my decisions but you have no intentions of accepting them,
accepting her or that part of her that he gave her.
Love is unconditional, not depending on.
You loved me when I had good grades, when I followed your rules
but it stopped the minute I walked away from your path.
Shouldn't you be proud of the way I am still standing?
The way I keep pushing forward instead of giving up?
You would have rathered me not have my child than have to inconvenience you with a bastard grandchild.
I made a choice, a choice you would have never made.
You play polite by ignoring my life for what it is, by disregarding my unconventional wonderful,
all so you can stay prostate to your god.
Your god is not judging me.
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.