tagNon-Erotic PoetryToo wicked to be loved

Too wicked to be loved


Why do you beat me Mother
Nearly every day?
Am I such a bad girl
Did I hear you say?
You have other children
But to them you're meek and mild
Then it must be true dear Mother
That I'm a very wicked child.

I look at you now Mother
As you grow old and pale.
Those hands that beat me daily
Now are growing frail.
I went through life just wondering
If it could ever be
Did you ever love
The wicked child that's me?

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