"Mommy" she said.
"My eyes well up with tears as I feel the discredit. They don't recognize me by what I say, by what I do, but by who they think I am."
"Judgment child, Judgment. They don't have anything better to do... they judge what they don't understand"
"A word we are only supposed to hear from God."
"They repeat what I say as if I am not even there...They don't recognize me as who I am."
"Judgment, a word I don't hear, but I feel."
"But Mommy...My head is pressured. The outside arches on my cheekbones are strained, pulled."
"Just relax, hun, just relax.
There will be days when they see who they want to see. And then there will be days when their veiled eyes of insecurity are enlightened.
Everybody has their problems.
Everybody makes mistakes.
Everybody acts or not with the same body.
Honey...
When they see that
When they take the time to understand each other...
Our rhythms will be as calm as the stream."