I am an orphan but my mother is proudly alive
What have I done to deserve such a cruel punishment?

I have the right to be loved, to be cherished
And to be protected by my mother
I need not seek my mother’s love,
For her love should fall upon my lap
My soul is tarnished gruesomely by hurt and deceit

A bloody spear of rejection from my mother
Keeps tossing and turning in my heart
My heart is filled with anger and hatred towards her
Each day goes by and I keep asking myself rhetorical questions of confusion…

Why mother, why?

I cry myself to sleep every night
Asking God for strength and wisdom
Pain and misery seems to linger by my side
Because of her rejection

I have the right to be loved by you
My mother…