I made this, do you think it is good?
That Day
There’s something special about me and ma,
But there’s no way I can tell her.
I blame myself for throw’n the kerosene.
The kerosene burned Ma and the baby,
My brother is gone,
Ma is dead,
Daddy says nothing.
Now a part of ma is a part of me
Her burnt body,
My burnt hands,
I will never forget that day.
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