I am my mother's daughter,
I have her temper
I snap easilyI am my mother's daughter
I have her hands
rough and lovingI am my mother's daughter
I haver her pain
and I kill myselfI am my mother's daughter
I see her cry
and I screamI am my mother's daughter
she never loved me
neither do II am my mother's daughter
and there is nothing I can do
but live with it
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not so bad poetry
PoetryPart 2 of bad poetry, a new book to fill pages and pages of emptiness with ink ready to spill