Family At War
I don't want no pork, no beef, no war;
just an explanation for the secrets behind the door.
There's so many questions I want to explore;
you know the one's you try to ignore.
Have you even realized the cost you have afford;
your grandchildren you should adore.
But let's talk about life of before:
Remember when I was a little girl;
my father drank until he hurled.
Parents constantly arguing and fighting;
and playing tug or war with me was freightening.
Now it's a fight of an interacial family member;
the little girl born in the month of December.
But like I said before;
I don't want no pork, no beef, no war.
Hopefully one day you will grow to adore;
my beautiful family of four.
Copyright © Tracy Hoffman | Year Posted 2005
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