What I Need
Mommy got pregnancy in hard,
Wait for me in proud,
Says I am child of Mohamed.
When heard that I cry,
I said, I am Husna Johari,
Name of mommy,
Not daddy.
All they shock and suprise,
Came to me and advice,
But they end by being worse.
Now daddy speak in force,
Sees mommy like a source,
But mommy stays with no choice.
I speak without feeeling shy,
Mommy has support like a sky,
Although daddy has big try.
When I said, he become hungry,
Leave the family in hurry,
Without giving us salary.
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