mother, why did you kill me?
you build me a tomb,
inside your womb.
am I bad
that you threw what you had.
what did I do mother?
is it me gender?
or because you did not want
tell me my mother,
is it harder for an answer?
you know it's a sin,
to throw my in a bin.
the bin of death,
not a single breath.
please hear my voice
I would rejoice,
when I hear your voice.
I did not know,
that your heart is very low.
but I forgive you,
cause you are my mother...
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