i definatly

Want my Mama to celebrate herself instead of staying small. She’s big.

So big.

And yes. I want Mama to face me.

And make the best peace pie we can about this.

I am a mouse. But you can’t exterminate me. And yes there are more of me coming out of the woodwork. That’s what I am telling Mama.

It’s our time to speak up.

It’s not about Mama. It’s about what she was told that’s got her off course understanding her own daughter.

And by the way? I want to understand her.

If I didn’t? I would waste my time.

She would have never seen me if I didn’t give a damn.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.