Busted lips
Blackened eyes
Broken arms
Part of me that’s been hurt
Unknown to anyone
What daddy does to me
Far away father
He doesn’t wanna see me
I’m not sick
More like depressed
How did momma get herself in this mess?
Stuck in a hard spot
She’s forced to choose
Her daughters’ funeral home,
Or her own
If she had listened to me
Dear momma’d be happy
Instead she followed the money being thrown in her face
I could have
helped her
stopped her
or I wish I could
but I was still too young
and oh so naïve
that momma dearest wanted a papa for me
she asked and she prayed
good lord yes he gave
my momma exactly what she asked for,
and because of my momma’s choice
the funeral that she had to plan
wasn’t that of a woman,
but of a little girl instead
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