Band-aid

You see my wound
And say “it will be okay”
“Rub some dirt on it and go play”
“It will heal soon some day”
The blood out all in array.
A band aid will never do.
Yet, you insist like you always do
Thinking you know what’s best
But continuing to put this love to rest
Oh mother dear, how do I show you
That you are the one who created this wound?
Nothing was the same after that dreadful day.
Blind by it all you lay
Senseless to the pain
Oh mother dear,
You are filled with dismay.
Kiss your first daughter goodbye,
For she will never return
All because of your ignorant overturn.

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