Dear Judge.

Dear Judge,

Failure can come in so many forms. But do you even see it? Do you see pain? Do you see suffering? Do you see mistakes? Do you see failure? Or are you blind to your own reflection.

Dear Judge,

Did you see a child, that day? Did you see a family? Did you see the life that you sentenced her to? Did you see their hidden lies? Did you see their failures? Or did you even care.

Dear Judge,

Did you consider what your words meant? “It takes a village to raise a child.” Did you consider what kind of village it would be? “I don’t want to take her away from that.” Did you ask yourself what “that” was? Did you ask her? Or is it too hard to see when you have your eyes closed.

Dear Judge,

Failure can come in so many forms. I see failure whenever your name is scrawled across a new piece of paper. I see pain whenever she calls, wanting to die. I see suffering each time the law has to turn away from another call because your name prevents them from helping. I see mistakes whenever there are bruises on her face. Do you see failure?

Dear Judge,

Failure can come in so many forms. And I refuse to be one of them. Where you are blind to pain, I will look it in the eye and say it has no power here. Where you are blind to suffering, I will lift the injured. Where you are blind to your mistakes, I will fix them. Where you fail, I will persevere. Where you fail, I will be triumphant.

Dear Judge,

Maybe you should get a mirror.

From,

A True Family.