Fruit of her womb
Apple of her eye
Little girls must be ironclad
They cannot see you cry
But bite her hand
And Mother makes you bleed
Need I remind you you’d be nowhere without me?
She only wants what’s best for you
A tender age
A fertile plain
I cannot cope
Transmit the pain
I shed my hope
A shell remains
I press you close for selfish gain
Watch him go, he’s always on the move
Another deadbeat daddy with something left to prove
Distract, divert from all the times he failed
Fill the void of needed care with postcards in the mail
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