August 24, 2011
By Anonymous

Another word for a mother is a witch
Sometimes I wonder why they exist
Nagging and yelling all the time
Even if I didn't commit a single crime
We are growing up, why can't they see
The beautiful young ladies they taught us to be
But instead they still watch our every step
Soon we will be out and paying our own debt
Out and about hoping to be free
Expect in their mind we are still like little bees
Not able to fly away from the hive
They are still up our butts, praying that we are alive
Why can't they realize that we are okay on our own
That we will always love them, and won't ever forget to call home

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