I’d like for you to put some respect on my name.
I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced, but i guess you saw how I wear my pain.
How dare you fix your lips in an attempt to drag me through the dirt?
How do you judge someone for the past or the resilience it took to even share their hurt?
You must be packed in bubble wrap to throw stones in a glass house,
And you must have all the answers if you chose to let someone’s insecurities come oozing out your mouth.
See it’s easy to judge when you’ve never done anything except sweep your emotions under the rug.
I don’t know too many people who aren’t traumatized by drugs,
Bad relationships, assaults, lack of hugs,
Deaths, illness, hell just because.
Life hands out ass whoopin’s daily.
We have no choice but to persevere,
But some of the things we experience almost kept us all from gathering here.
They called us strong when we didn’t feel like it.
We hid our tears and all the times we were too afraid to ask for help.
Hell, there were many days of looking in the mirror without recognizing ourselves,
So give yourself grace.
You survived something the person next to you couldn’t imagine having to go through.
And fuck what the critics say because they don’t slightly even know you.
Respectfully.
No one walking this Earth has the right to judge another on their past or pain,
So next time let them know to put some respect on both our names.