Mom!
I was born with tears,
Each new face gave me shivers.
I felt protected in your care,
But this world was still a nightmare.
Oh mom,
I'm your girl,
But growing up give my mind curls.
I hate those rats who live on the streets.
They have there eyes always at my knees.
I wonder if someday they kill my pride...
What if they tear up the inner child?
I pray each day... let me live...
Why do I always forget, they get affected with even a dress with half sleeve.
I care to take my voice a bit up...
But hesitate cause they might say " Shut up!"
I worry for another me, but she is not even fifteen.
The rats becomes draculars in her case,
They take her innocence as a tool and later burry her innersoul.
Mom,
Give me the strength, when I'm born else they'll prik me off when I grow old...
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