Still taking a sabbatical from this blog. If you care, I’m sorry. If you don’t, you’re welcome. Working on ADoseofJustice.com and “stuff”.
I'm Justice and I'm four months shy of the Big Three. That's years if you weren't sure. Let me tell you what's going on here. My family is coming with me and participating in the Buddy Walk (for Down Syndrome) in Northern Virginia this September. Are you ready to hear our team name? We are the “Justice League”. Yep. I think that's a pretty cool name my mommy's friend picked.
When you asked me “how far along are you?,” and I answered “I’m not!,” as in “I am not pregnant”, your elderly ears could not hear me, so I had to repeat myself. The five other strangers standing in line with us were doing their best to pretend that they were not listening. Talk about awkward.
All day yesterday I stewed about how insensitive it was for you to ask me that question.
This is the future, but also right now.
You aren’t welcome back, no way, no how.
No open arms and no open doors.
It’s clear to all, if it wasn’t before.
You are damaged and toxic, with no moral code.
Picking on children at your age. How bold!
We understand your life sucks pretty hard.
But that’s your fault, so don’t throw crap in our yard.
Haters hate and you are no exception.
I’m pretty sure it started at your conception.
If you’re still in the dark, let me turn on the light.
Without you around, the future is bright.
(Word to your mother…..)