You sit there in the front,
With your black robe,
gavel at the side.
I sit here facing you,
at your mercy.
You look at me like if I was the scum of the earth,
When the scum is sitting next to me.
You do not ask
you just point and judge.
You look at me with those piercing eyes.
And scuff at my defense.
You do not know me.
You do not know my children.
Don’t pretend to know that you have been faced with everything.
Because if you ever did.
You would see the true love of a mother for her children.
You would see who is lying your courtroom.
But you let your feelings get mixed up.
And you think that I am to blame.
Not caring for one moment what my kids want.
Not caring at all.
Do you have kids?
Or are you single and in need to get laid?
This so called man has children with other women.
I only have two kids and both by him.
This jerk abused me.
Cheated on me,
Offered my minor brother at the time, drugs.
He has a record.
I have none.
He was never around.
Time and time and again.
Until my daughter cried her last tear for her dad.
Until my son grew up well to know the truth.
And now you sit there,
And you do not want to hear the truth.
I refuse to go on a witch hunt.
I refuse to focus on vengeance.
I just want to focus on the well being of my children.
I am not a perfect parent,
But I have been there for them always.
Yet you look at me with those piercing eyes,
and shake your bobble head.
You 50’s looking grandmother.
That acts like she never once was young.
That acts like she never made a mistake in her life.
That acts like a perfect parent.
You sit there shining with your black robe,
shaking your bobble head,
And slamming down your gavel.
Giving him everything that has kept me alive,
Giving him my life wrapped up as a present,
For all the things he has done wrong.
Awarding him because he woke up one day and said,
“Today I think i want to be a father.”
After how long ten years.
After I continuously told him,
“they are young they need you right now”
Now after they are older and never have been with him.
Him, a person who had the nerve to tell his daughter
that she should not hug or kiss him because she was a growing up.
Him, the person who talked shit to his son because he came to his sisters defense.
He is the great father.
He deserve them.
I don’t understand.
YOU, WITH YOUR BLACK ROBE, YOUR BEADY EYES, YOUR BOBBLE HEAD
WITH YOUR GAVEL AT YOUR SIDE,