A poem about all of you horrible parents…

Look at her so beautiful

With a little heart of gold

What is wrong with you?

She is only 4 years old!

She is nothing like you

For that I am so proud

But to laugh and play with you

She is not allowed.

She needs to know you love her

Stop thinking of yourself

You are so damn selfish

You really do need help.

That child did not ask

To be brought into this world

She deserves happiness

That precious little girl.

I don’t know how you do it

I just don’t understand

How you can’t love and cherish her

For that, I do not commend.

She is a part of you

A precious little soul.

But to you she is a nuissance,

That is what she’s told.

How can you do that?

Whats wrong with you?

How do you live with yourself?

To have and not to hold…..

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  • brianberu on Apr 29, 2009

    Just read lullaby, and I\’m still shaking, all children are precious, thanks for this one too

  • our wicked creations on May 5, 2009

    wow, this is moving. who is this to?… if you don’t mind me asking.
    i can totally relate…this poem could be to my sister.

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