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Mommy's Little Girl
Author: Maranda Berkley

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Trips on the cracks in the floor
Poor pathetic little girl
Wonders how the breaks always find her
Looks down to see another dress torn
She trips and falls flat on her face
What an embarrassment
What a disgrace
So out of contact
So out of place
No where to run to, to feel safe
No kind words spoken
Only harsh words heard
She calls you mother
To call her daughter is absurd
She amounts to nothing
But she asks for little more
Than an ounce of sympathy
To awaken her lonely heart warm
Poor little girl
Neglected, battered, and worn
Left dead by the roadside
Mother's second child born
Why wasn't she good enough?
Why were her cries never heard?
Screaming for her mother
Screaming to be mommy's little girl
She would have gave anything
She would have sold her tiny soul
Just to hear "I love you"
>From a mother who killed her
A mother whose heart was ice cold

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