Mama, papa, you left when i was young
I’m now living with a stranger
I can’t say life’s good or bitter
I didn’t ask to be born
Is this life all there is?
All day by the fire, I feel the smoke in my lung
I work more and complain less, tho’ my life’s in danger
I wish I could quit, but I aint a quitter
What makes you think I deserve this scorn?
What makes him think, he can look at me with those evil lurking eyes of his?
I can’t yell for help, the whips, the bruises, the pain, I open my mouth, but no words, tied tongue
Sold into eternal slavery, but I am only a teenager
Will I look different if I was reborn?
I’m only 13, but I look like shit! no wonder I haven’t had my first kiss
Curse you Mama, curse you Papa, you should have pulled out when you had the chance, wiping me off your penis with a tissue paper would have been better than my life right now
If all this was a nightmare and I woke up with a tiara on my head, that would be WOW!
But in the end, I will attend my funeral and mourn in my coffin
They’ll miss me, cause a great slave has fallen
You only live once, not often
I am not special, I am an orphan
@AbokiCleDre (follow me on twitter)
Copyright 2016 by @AbokiCleDre on twitter
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