My Mother has no filter,
and she raised me just the same.
All her life she’s been a “bitch”
for refusing to play society’s game.
I can’t imagine a life,
that is forced to fit so neatly in a box.
Living in fear of what might spill over,
knowing damn well that everybody talks.
So I live my life with no filter,
just the way I was meant to be.
Call me a “bitch” or whatever,
but at least I get to be me.
Autumn Siders 