bottled up thoughts

judge

They call you names

Play you games

But do they know your story?

They put you to stereotypes

They take your rights

But have they witnessed your past?

This morning when your father

Threw his bottle at your mother

Were they there?

Last night when your mother

Raided ecstasy pills for her

Were they watching?

When your mother just watches

Your father abuse you with punches

Did they do anything?

Who gave them the right to judge?