When we were young,
You said we had to be strong,
So we never learned to cry-
Hiding our tears,
In the gentle rain,
That fell from the sky...

When we were teens,
You told us not to act foolish,
So we never learned to smile-
Hiding the any joy we felt,
In the darkness of our lives...

When we became young women,
You told us not to be stupid,
So we never learned to love…
Turned away every man,
That held out their hand...

You taught us to doubt,
The reality of who we were…
Teaching us that we useless,
To anyone but you-

So here we were,
Three strong, cold women,
And still we were unacceptable to you,
For the times had changed,
But we had remained the same…
And now you wanted the adoration,
We never learned to give.

So,
One of us became invisible,
Someone you could never see,
Though she stood so close to you,
Seeking the love you never gave…

And one of us became a stone,
Smooth and polished obsidian,
Blocking out the sun…
And the last withdrew,
Became lost to us,
And to you-
Seeking in the shelter
Of her mind,
The love she would never find…

And I wonder sometimes,
If you ever regret what you did,
Raised children who hid,
In the world from all men,
Seeking love that was forbidden,
Looking for a peace,
They would never know…

I sat one day,
Holding a dying child’s hand,
And watched you weeping,
Couldn’t stop myself from thinking;

Oh mother,
What have you done?
To make this lovely child,
Run from the sun?
What words did you speak,
That made this child seek,
Redemption in her death?

Made her think,
That there alone,
She would find,
Her peace in eternal sleep...
As you reached for her hand,
I couldn't help but push you away,
Knowing in my heart,
She wouldn't want you,
To touch her that day...

You were just too damn late...