Did you ever stop to ask if I am doing fine,
Or what’s been on my mind?
But you would rather comment on the amount of make-up
I put on,
Yes you would rather judge me-
Maybe all I’m looking for, is a friend,
You could have been there just to help mend;
But you would rather comment on all the clothes that
I put on,
Yes you would rather judge me-
My sisters, did it not make sense when I often stayed off work,
And when I did return, all you did was smirk,
But you would rather comment on the amount of days
I was off,
Yes you would rather judge me-
Women! Look into my empty eyes.
Listen to my silent cries.
Feel my undetected pain.
Are you not suppose to be a mother, a sister, a friend?
Where’s the compassion that you show your own but not a stranger?
Aren’t we protectors, nurturers, defenders?
All the make-up, all the clothes and all the days off?
They are just to cover the hurt!
Sssshh! Its okay, don’t comment and don’t judge me.
