Ashamed Of Me

She wasn't ashamed of her brother Or of his male lover, She didn't care that her daughter was gay Or that her ex husband did stray. She wasn't ashamed to keep a secret from all As long as someone else did suffer and fall, She didn't care when she smoked pot Or even when she got caught. She wasn't ashamed when others saw her drunk or high Or how she enjoyed to cheat and lie, She didn't care if others paid her bills Or about her psychiatrists, or her pills. She wasn't ashamed about her uncaring boyfriend Even though on him she couldn't depend, She didn't care about her boyfriend's ex-wife Even with she created worries and strife. She wasn't ashamed about not going to church Or how she judged people from a perch, She didn't care to always sleep Especially when she caused others to stress and weep. She wasn't ashamed to tag people in a post As though she was their host, She didn't care if she didn't know them Whether at Church, or by someone else, or at a gym. She wasn't ashamed of her uncaring mother Or how that her mom never gave her a druther, She didn't care to continuously hide the truth So, that her children wouldn't become a sleuth. She wasn't ashamed of the color of any man's skin Or how she enjoyed to sin, She wasn't embarrassed of her past or her friends history; But, she was always ashamed of me. Randy L. McClave