To those words that make me cry

Just how long must I listen

As the sorrowful days go by

And just how long must I listen

To you saying that I am a whore

And how long must I listen to those comments

As you tell me to get out and point at the door

I hear of all the mothers

Who cheer their children on

Who always try to reason

Even when things go wrong

And when times do get tough

There is always someone there

And I hear of all those parents

Just telling their children

Telling them they really care

Who care enough to sit

And who care enough to chat

But I have never in my life

Experienced any of that

I have only heard the insults

As you say it is all my fault

I have only heard the insults

As you spit at me and laugh

Laughing in disgrace

Laughing as your hand

Slaps painfully across my face

But as you tell me

I suppose it just might as well be my fault

I could stay quiet

And not talk back

But I have too much pride

To let you have the last say

This is what I must endure

Most every single day