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Marshetta My Beautiful Daughter..

Your so full of anger and hurt.
My fault you say.
Your words of anger stabs my soul.
Your torn and lost in all the conflicts.
Your kindness is leaving you.
Your heart grows colder every day.
My baby has been raped of her soft loving soul.
So you replaced it with hatred.
I try to no avail to bring the real you back.
You fight strong to stay this thing that has replaced your soul.
You locked your sight of hatred and aggressions on me.
Your mother is now your enemy you say.
I allow you to keep it directed at me:
In hopes you will allow the true you to return once more.
I love you baby girl.
Nothing will ever make me stop loving you.