Three

Taking care of three little people
Every single day
Abandoned by the fathers
Who didn’t pull their weight
And even when they’ve done wrong
And they’ve walked away
They still don’t even help to pay the three little people’s way
Frequently I’ve been asked in counselling
Who is their for me ?
Cast a shadow of the man who should be next to me
Instead my belly rattles an empty stomach of the woman I ought to be
I’m tired of this lucid figure
I feel like I can’t win
Three little people here they are and here they have been born
It just seems like there’s such an empty space of a place where I should be sharing their story more….
It’s the hand that the earth has dealt im helpful for this chance
3 little people holding on
And take on their mothers hand.

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