I know why you hate me, your jealous.
I look like them.
The one who came first, and the mother.
You hate my red hair,
my alabaster skin and freckles.
I have her coloring.
The one who came first.
You hate my upturned nose,
And pointed chin, I remind you
Of her, the one you could not win over the Mother.
She saw through you,
and all the *** kissing,
and all yes, mamas got you nothing.
You hate me, because I have love and family.
All your backbiting and attempting to minimize me,
Has only made you small.
When I was young, you had power no more.
I’m strong, you can’t hurt me,
I’m a warrior goddess, raised by other warrior goddesses.
I have raised warrior’s,
Women of substance,
and Men of character.
They are wise and witty, out of your reach.
You have been removed from their orbit.
You’ll never bask in the light of our successes.
All because you were jealous of a harmless girl.