I met you on the day of my birth,
Dear Mother.
But never had I really seen you till just recently.
I so want to believe that at one time you loved me.
But the time past like a rainstorm;
Violently sweet, only to drain itself dry.
You taught me so much,
About who not to be, who not to see,
What not to do to the one you love.
When I was just a little girl, you told me this:
"Don't get eaten alive by life, don't lose your innocence."
As you got arrested.
Mother I was only three, yet somehow you blame me.
I couldn't save you and you couldn't save me.
Like when I was seven;
you left my daddy and me.
A man I just met but didn't trust yet.
I was blamed all the same, you walked away and I cried out your name.
Or just last year, you left your husband of five years;
Threw it all down the drain.
For a man who uses you to this day.
I'm to blame, because somehow I couldn't save you from the game you love to play.
So mother don't call, don't visit.
For I am only a little girl but I realize this:
I needed you more than you needed me, so you threw me away.
Because I was just a little girl to you.
