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“Don’t Call Yourself A Mother”
Being a mother is a gift,
Your child is a blessing from the heavens above,
So, many women abuse the privilege of motherhood,
From infancy to adulthood it’s your duty to love and protect your child with your life,
The same way you love, honor and respect your man.
Your man goes on a trip,
You pack his bag,
When he’s off to work you pack his lunch,
Your child goes off to school,
You don’t check his bag to make sure his homework is done,
Send him off for the weekend,
Without a change of clothes,
But you’re his mother?
Your man’s out all night,
Don’t come to the morning light,
You stay up all night crying,
Until your eyes swell shut,
Worrying yourself sick,
Your daughter stays out all night,
And you don’t put up a fight,
Have no clue where she been or who she was with,
Days goes by before you hear from her,
But you’re her mother?
Look at you,
Dressed to the 9’s,
All to impress,
6-inch stilettos,
Brand new weave,
Designer bag,
Nails freshly done,
Skin tight dress,
And your kids looking a mess,
Hair matted to their heads,
Shoes opening at the toes,
Shirt full of holes,
No pants on.
You just left the Waffle House,
Stomach all full,
Yet your cupboards are bare,
Spoiled milk in the fridge.
“Don’t call yourself a Mother!”
