You don't know me and I don't know you
Who are you to judge?
You don’t know my pain,
You don’t understand my trauma.
Why should I do what you want,
Will you do what I want?
Doing what you want is beneficial to you,
But sacrificial to me.
Why must I sacrifice myself for your happiness?
Why should I be the one blamed for your inferiority?
I am not yours to command.
I belong to me and only me.
You don't know me,
You have no right to judge me,
You have no right to your expectations of me.
You are who you are,
I am who I am.
I will not change because you are a man.
.............................................................................................................................This was originally posted on Medium https://medium.com/the-pom/you-are-you-and-i-am-me-a0a8e96e94c8
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Melica Francis
a sarcastic learner of all things that is human on occasion.
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