My elders, If I told you how much you hurt me, Would you care? If I told you how bad it makes me feel when you put me down, Would you stop? If I just sat down and told you how often you slay me with your razor-sharp tongues, How you slice and dice my hopes and my dreams, My self-respect and my self-esteem, Would you really give a **** and stop? Or would you go on tearing me down because it pulls you up? Would you keep crushing my spirit with your so-called truths? Putting your two cents of negativity out there every chance you get, Letting your pink tornadoes create havoc and destruction, Leaving splinters of my heart all over the ground? My elders, Would you care?