Could this really be?
She introduces me to the monster
She shuts her eyes
She won't look up
A mommy should be stronger
As I go to sleep my mind is bleak
My young spirit is willing, but my flesh is weak
Mommy whispers "next time don't misspeak"
Mommy I'm scared, I thought you cared
But my mommy's weak
With a yellow streak
Men come first
Even when worst comes to worst
Even if it means her child getting hurt!
