• For years I have been your slave
    And also played maid.
    But it seems nothing I do,
    Is good enough to suit you.

    I am not good enough for him you feel.
    But he loves me still.
    It is me he wants
    Even though its not your thought.

    I am getting tired of this crap.
    Am getting ready to snap.
    When you see me around,
    You will want to put me in the ground.

    You say I am not a good mother
    That I let my son smother.
    Yes my son is gone home.
    But it is not because of the marrow in my bone.

    Our second child is great,
    She really overrates.
    She is very smart.
    And loves to do art.

    We want another child,
    Even though you think it too wild.
    If our child has birth defects,
    Me you will still respect.

    Because all of Gods children are art,
    Even if they only see in the dark.