Pretty little baby why do you always cry,
every time you cower and refuse to comply?
Is there something that you are scared of?
Do you not want to or want from us love?
Tissue your tears and stand up with strength,
let the simple stuff be unnoticed in length.
Speak freely and tell us the why,
stop refusing and stop with the cry.
Let us move past this refusal of yours,
let this be the last for no reason tears pour.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes kids are a headache.
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