Which is it?
You want me to stand up and say something until I do then you tell me to sit down and Shut up!
Makes a fighter like me want to sit this one out.
Driven by my passion for your life I broke my silence and to my surprise tears roll down my face as I struggled to explain myself, to give voice to the pain I hold back because I’ve been fighting so long. I don’t know anything different. When someone threats your life or messes with your delicate balance of health, I stand up and fight whatever come against us. I see that attack as the enemy and I take them out or at least in my mind I do, well I do when it comes to you baby girl, I’d give my life for you.
I’ve fought school boards for equal adequate treatment for you special needs. I’ve fought hospitals, doctors, nurses, teachers, or anyone that challenges your human right to live and be treated rightfully, I fight for you.
But when you’re the one I’m fighting, my hands are tied behind my back. My heart gets in the way. I want to hold you and make things better yet at the same time I want to shake you and say, “Snap out of it, LOOK we aren’t playing this is your life, that boy nearly killed you please, please, stop, don’t go there it’s a trap, T-bag, please not stupid boy anyone but stupid boy.”
OMG, it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do is watch you walk in the enemy’s camp without me!