Never Ever.

Never Ever…

Don't try to tell me that I won't make it
God forsaken,
My goals you ostracize that for YOU, did not fit.

Don't preach to me the consequences of my action,
gaining satisfaction,
the faults you alone can see in my passion.
Don’t criticize what answers you have never found,
not a sound,
TRY to help me along, find some common ground.

Did you learn the world through the looking glass?
Found MY answers from YOUR past?
Don't attempt to repeat what should remain untouched,
I am never responsible for the mistakes you crushed.

How dare you gain support through your status, seniority,
You blinded the earth to make up your majority.
No pity, remorse will I cast your way,
Til' your thickheaded skull is defeated, that fateful day.

Not a single word of criticism, disapproval have I spoken,
Your slander, not a day without since I've woken.
What honest living can thrive from disparagement?
One day when I'm broken, "gee thanks for the encouragement."

Your lack of sight at times I find astonishing,
an eight-year-old girl, and since then diminishing.
How in raising, empathy managed to outgrow my trust,
just look at my role model, consideration ....never a "must."

I no longer trust what I can not define,
Not a daughter you wanted, yet a second swallow of wine.
Thank you for belittling my one sure path,
Not once until now have I opposed your wrath.

Never mellow-dramatic, my lips remained sealed,
Why expose the world to such torment unhealed?
Sure many a helping hand I did find,
all too quickly contracted, life all too divine

Forever will I love, look up to you indefinitely,
But the day that I renounce what I aspire, do not expect from me.
I respect your wishes, your strength, sublime.
But never will such words as yours mend, given time.

Thank you for such few good-natured lessons you have taught,
But sadly Madame, the forgiveness that you seek can not be bought.
My introduction to this life of course, I owe to you,
But by the standards you have subjected me, your apology ... overdue.

And so, I say to you:

Don't question my success from lack of what you've seen and done,
What I'll become,
You'll wish your name, that which I blame, will be the one.

Don't lay a hand upon my head, your privilege is lost,
For all the years, you, mistaken as the "boss,"
The bill before you on this day, was it truly worth the cost?

Don't make false accusations that for you I do not care,
This is not true, will never be, that simply is not fair,
as soon a day will come, when with the sympathy I taught ALONE, you will be spared.