Go Home and Wash Yourself

Enough with your rants. Stop saying my pants are too skinny or that I should comb my hair to the other side. I will not sit the way you believe I should sit and I will kiss who I want to kiss.

I will not conform by the path you think you created or walk with my legs far enough from each other so there is room for you to poke your head in between them and tell me where to go.

Stop discouraging my mother’s morals simply because your children couldn’t become what you wanted them to be. Stop telling my family that they need your assistance simply because they cannot speak properly.

Stop and go away!

Go back to your shack of worries and Wash your hands a hundred times before you eat

Because you know they touched what wasn’t their business.

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Wash your feet a thousand times before you sleep because you know they trespassed prohibited territory. Wash your tongue a million times because you know it gave opinions that nobody asked for. Then keep quiet.

But if you run out of water for washing, come back to my family, the ones who knew little English, they know compassion in their language too.

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