Why bother
You are not my mother
My mother nursed me
To be as fine as I can be
She wouldn't deliver
Me to become chopped liver
Not for some stranger
Who turns me deranged
Why keep trying
To make us seem like dying
We're not dead yet
In that, there is some zest
Why block the body
That was made for you to study
And employ and enjoy
You're the girl that gets the boy
Or man, but I'm not your child
I'm one of many thrown wild
Yes, options exist but for us
These options are out of trust
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