Tell me who you are.
Tell me who gave you the right.
Tell me who told you it was okay.


Who told you it was okay.
To tell a girl she isn’t beautiful because she is secure without makeup.
Who told you it was okay.
To pick on a girl because of the clothes on her back.
Who told you it was okay.
To laugh at a single teen mom who struggles on her own to give her baby life.

You.
Alone.
Being selfish and insecure.
Not knowing where you belong.
Does not make it okay.

Who gave you the right.
To take away her confidence, and smear makeup upon her beautiful skin.
Who gave you the right.
The make her hide in her home because her clothes aren’t enough.
Who gave you the right.
To take away her strength and give her baby up.

You.
Trying to fit in.
Looking for a place to belong.
Coming from a broken or ****** up home.
Does not give you the right.

Who are you.
To tell her, her confidence is ugly.
Who are you.
To tell her, her thrifty mind makes her poor.
Who are you to tell her, her strength will never be enough.

Tell me who the hell are you.
Who the gave you the right to play god.
Who the hell made it okay for you.

Ignorance isn’t bliss.
Its pain in the making.
And you are nothing but a *****.