They say a mother's love Is stronger than any shove So why didn't I see it? When this woman has a mother's permit
She walked away from me Stumbling like she couldn't see If it were then, I would've guided her But now I stare and watch her blur
You don't have a right to call me your daughter You know what you did was slaughter Maybe if you learned to be a mother, I wouldn't treat you like someone other
This was a poem I made for one of my dear friends. Her mother left her and her sisters. Writing was her way of coping.