.: ExPlAnAtIoN :.

Why do you get so mad

When I talk shit on my brother and my dad?

Why do you let things Slide when it comes to them.

But

If I fuck up once its feels like abandonment

Why cant you open your eyes

And see

The world doesn't revolve around materialistic things

Don't validate me

I talk the way I talk

Dress the way I dress.

So just accept

It

Why should I apologize

For being the way that I am?

I'm not ashamed

For all this shit that I claim.

Just do me the favor

And don't take the blame here

You did nothing wrong 

You weren't a fucked up mom

You were always their 

During every one of my affiars

Voice Lessons,

Rehearsals,

Band Concerts,

Everything that you knew really mattered.

Back in the day,

It seemed like I didn't care

Didn't appreciate

For every cent you threw out their

And especially 

For your #1 heart ache.

I saw my dad

Always late

Or 

Never there

Always demanding

Never took the time

To realize the real women in you.

All the pain he put you through.

You didn't need to accept

Even though you did.

Thats why I can't put the pieces together

Of the Calderon Puzzle.

The people who never really said thank you

The ones who use you 

Talk shit about you

Treat you like you are nothing 

Just for being a women

But they get treated better

Then the ones that try to make you feel

No 

The ones who let you know

You are equal.

No matter what your race,

Your title,

Or your gender.

Don't take offense

To whatever I just said

If you didn't see the point,

I'm really saying thank you.

All i want is an explanation.

Why you get so mad

When I talk shit on my brother and my dad?