fearfullyandwonderfullymade
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I am from cells, built together to make my mother’s uterus,
If I wasn’t supposed to come out, then how did I,
don't tell me things about myself
that i know are lies
don't say that i am not good enough
when i know the truth
don't say that i am ugly
when i can see clearly
Mama keeps telling us to wash the dishes.
I am lying here, with my young dumb stuck in slumber mind, thinking why Mama just did not do it herself.
