Mother
once upon a time i had a mother that was so divine as thought in mind.
my life is in a bind and my causes are blind
i believe i never had parental giduance and soul confidence
to be a delinquent was my destany not long ago the truth was confess to me
subconsciencly
the reason for her hate was envy. understand me she branded me black the
color of my skin
destined to be hated yet envyed
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