Don’t try to throw stones
When your hands are made of glue
Because the stones you try to throw
Will return back to you

Momma raised me well
To be a woman of my own
But have her standards changed
Just because I’m grown

Daddy always tried
To protect me from “trife” men
But now I look and wonder
Has he become one of them

Grandma and grandpa
Always showed me love
Preached the Good News of Heaven
Taught from up above

But in recent times
I have known
That grandma and grandpa
Have a few secrets of their own

Aunties and uncles
Siblings and cousins
Have more secrets than they let on
Maybe even dozens

Family is a precious thing
And I love mine dearly
But now that I’m maturing
I’m seeing things more clearly

All that glitters
Is not gold
And wrongs don’t become right
Just because you’re old

I’m proud of who
I have become
And this family of mine
Still remains the one

I’d choose if given a choice
Because no matter what
They’ve done in life
They gave me my voice