Dear “baby mama” where exactly do I start? Well first let me just try, by simply speaking from the heart. I’ve never been one for conflict, I’d much rather offer my support. So If you’d just sit down and listen, I promise to keep it short. Now I’m a little overwhelmed because I have so many things to say. It’s especially hard for me to express myself, knowing you already feel a certain type of way.
Not every woman is against you and certainly not one like me. My mother raised me to have some respect and moral dignity. To express the idea that a being has an innate right to be valued and respected. I guess my hope is that you might see, we are less different and more connected. Baby mama, baby mama, who even made that a thing? A term used to identify the mom like an old napkin ring. Minimizing the woman to just a producer of offspring. My mother is also a “baby mama” in the urban dictionary sense. But her grace and fortitude abolish all stigmas, remaining as a derogatory fence. She is the strongest person I know! The things she’s experienced, I could have never gone through soooo….
I would never try to discredit you or down play your existence. Who am I to judge? I wasn’t there, that’s your experience. First came the love, and then came the carriage, yall skipped a whole step, how’d he forget about the marriage? So woman to woman, your anger isn’t really toward me. But I can’t control your emotions, you’ll only see what you want to see. And right now, I don’t really care because it isn’t about me. I just want you to know that your child is a priority. I hope that offers you, a little peace of mind. I’m sure that you and I will get better over time. You are my sister in Christ and I love you without fear. I come to you in peace always, because only lovers live here!