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Apr 2018
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.
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