I was raised to be the ideal lady
Heaven knows how much my mother tried...
I got swayed by the winds of this world
Like a feather,
I was blown to a life that told nothing of who I was raised to be.
I was raised to be an ideal lady
Oh my mother!
Heaven knows how much she toiled
Day and night she sat me down
Read the Bible for me to follow the heavenly path
Like Ruth,
I was to be absolute in each and every other aspect of life.
I was raised to be an ideal lady...
Oh, how my poor mother tried!
But now all the teachings of yesterday are slowly forgotten ...
The wings that I've grown are nothing like I was groomed for
When I walk past the streets
There is so much snare
They all stare in wonder
As they question my upbringing.
I look back to the efforts that she put in
Oh my poor mother!
She must have thought I would bloom to be the woman that she desired me to be.
I was raised to be an ideal woman
But in a world filled with so much poisonous thorn
How can a rose be expected to blossom!
I've diverted from my call and how it hurts me to remember
Oh my poor mother!
Now she has to bare the pains of insult
For the "Angel" she believed she had raised!
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Nobody said it was this hard being a girl!
Mystery / ThrillerProse and poetry! The untold tales of the girl in many of us.🥳 This is my second book on Wattpad after THIS IS ME MOST OF THE TIME, I hope y'all have a great time once more! And thank you so much for the support, love y'all a great deal!
