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Sometimes I Wish you Never Had Me

Why did you? Every time I ask why

You say that I was a surprise.

I sometimes imagine that when you

Looked at the stick, the two pink

Parallel lines staring up at you,

You put the stick in a little box and

Had my dad open it up. I imagine

That you both cried out of excitement

And celebrated this sweet little surprise

Growing in your stomach.

But you didn't did you? You looked at

That stick and you cried, not because

You were excited but because the

Burden of failure you've been carrying

In your stomach, since you were

Eighteen just got heavier. I know

That sometimes you wish that you

Never had me, that you had left

Me at the hospital and went on with

Your life full of drugs and partying

and sometimes I wish the same thing.

Because the only thing you left me with

Is wishing that you were a better mother,

That you had jumped up and down when

You found out you were pregnant with me,

Wishing that you never had me.