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“Mama tried,” Mama lied.
Mama stole your car and sold it for a price
Married five times, Mama never could decide.
Always called me ugly, but I have Mama’s eyes.
Betrayed by fate, Mama hates that she’s alive.
Stay up late at night just to hear Mama cry.
It’s hard to feel pity when Mama casts you to the side.
There was never any love in the house where Mama resides.
But sure, Mama tried. Mama Tried.
𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 did you go?

Please can you tell me,
𝕨𝕙𝕪 are you
now
so estranged?

𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 happened?

Please can you tell me,
𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 exactly
did
everything change?

𝕎𝕙𝕠 are you now?

Please someone tell me,
𝕙𝕠𝕨 my mother
can
reclaim her name.
The first piece to finally make its way out of my grieving heart.

— The End —