mother

What did you do?
After all, you promised to protect me?
Considering abortion madness threw me in the lurch.
Wake up!
I'm not a stranger,
I am the same person as you,
I have the skin, hands and feet,
But why did you leave me?
I miss you.
Spit on everything, I knock on your door,
But locked lock,
Can survive the loss,
But I was not able to mine.
Wake up!
Where is our paradise, as before?
I beg stop,
Hurting me, of course,
But I still come back asking.


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