My
heart is sprouting
Tears
are about to flow.
Momma,
I dont wanna go to school
Everyday
am getting low.
They
tease me
Just
because am short.
They
pull my cheeks and tickle
Laying
hands in my stroud.
They
look at me in rage
Finding
way to abuse.
They
humiliate me
Saying
I am of no use.
I
wont irritate you again
For
chocolates and ice-creams.
Wont
even piss on bed again
Momma,
not even in my dreams.
I
will brush my teeth
Two
times in a day.
I'll
eat all the vegetables, and
Wont
go to bed unless I pray.
Momma,
My Momma
Do
I give you so much trouble.
Keep
me as an apple of your eye
Your
son will grow double.
Dont
let me go between them
They
always take me fool.
Keep
me hidden in your arms
I
don't wanna go to school.
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