The one who gave birth and food
Gets the choice to kill the mood
The one who gave light and heat
Goes on to be a nasty dirty cheat
The one who gave water and care
Now holds up a furious glare
It was always your right to be
Bittersweet angry and mean
But it was always your choice
To yell and make a scene ,
Put the whole blame on me
The rotten seed of the Fig tree
Isn't that what you called me?
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Author:
kaya (Pseudonym) (
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Published:
November 20th, 2022 21:45
- Category: Family
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