Predictable
From the time I was born until I lost my innocence everything you might have said to me has filled me to put together the actual truth.
The truth of a forbidden reality by someone who has given me my own life.
I am appreciative, I tell you that all the time.
But what you seem to complain about is everything I don't.
I spent my grammar school years and high school years, predicting your judgement.
Predicting your failure to stay faithful to yourself.
Predicting how my facebook inbox will overflow of apologies because you are too much of a coward to speak to me in my face.
I have grown up telling myself every single time I got kicked out, that I would never treat my future kids the way you have treated me.
Broken brooms and shattered glasses were the only things that may be damaged because of your laughable ways.
I predict that once my seeds are planted into my womb, maybe yours will finally grow a tree of respect.