I'm like the others my dreams include a child....
It's said only desperate women have this when they go wild
It's like a fountain with no water
A dream without satisfaction
So I the new mother have this
The prohibited child
Born from another family or some lonely girl gone wild
The other girl just knows.
She, he....it.
Will never know what a foster house is.
The test, the love, the background checks and the huge payments are oblivion to this child.
What she he... it will know is,
That his parents loved him her or whatever it chooses
abandonment will not be a thing
It's simply a prohibit child since she, um we think of this once a while:
money.... if it's that were bad
If it's abandonment... I'm bad
But what about it, what about it,
Makes it so bad?
The fact that I don't want to be a mother
or that I'm giving it another chance at life?
We hope to God
No one ever tells
Or the prohibited child I'd have
the extreme money I've spent
Will all go away and vanish in the wind
So how about we travel?
To a place where
I am allowed to have this
My prohibited child....
