
What mother’s child could I be
who spares any love outwardly
for me
Bastard am I
Though there was love between
them
For spite I was given another’s name
so as to not disgrace
The Almighty Him
Blame not me for any
odd behavior
Show me my true line
And I shall walk it
with flavor
Sorrow is felt for a man
who tried
to be
Dangerous is a carrying woman
who holds many a secret
and a lost identity
What mother’s child could I be?
Would one find fault
If I lie
and discreetly cry
Or should it be me
to hang myself as a fruit
from a poplar tree
What mother’s child could I be?
Even though she can’t look me
in the eye
Just my mere presence
makes her want to die
Did I have a choice
to choose my kind
Who then had my voice
when another whipped me
and distorted my mind
Does she feel my pain
when I sweetly say her name
Why am I the one
who is made to feel the blame
What happens to my legacy
now that I know the truth
Maybe I’ll run for President
and leave my fate in the hands of a
Sleuth
Invention…
the mother of all creation?
What mother’s child could I be?
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