You do not know me. You may meet me, may speak with me, but you do not know me. You may see me and frown.
Maybe because I’m a young mother.
Maybe because I have short hair.
Or short skirts.
But you do not know me.
I am not you and you are not me.
Just because at first sight I am rough around the edges doesn’t mean I’m not a diamond.
So maybe I wear more black then anything else or maybe I am a little too loud.
You don’t know me. So keep your judgemental looks to yourself.