“(With) all the things I have done for you,
How can you hurt me so much, son?
Whipping you wasn’t fun, boy
And it was only a few times…”
“I’d like to see you in my shoes
Would you feel the lashes on my skin?
I’d like to see if you cry
Or would you hold the tears from fear?
And all the crazy reactions,
the threats spoken in my ears,
Mother do you see all this pain?
Who deserves to be blamed?”
Perception, in her eyes,
In her heart, an objective view
Toxic, injection
from birth, hear the mother speak
“ Good, Son, forgive the burns”
“I’d like to see you in my shoes
Would you feel the lashes on my skin?
I’d like to see if you cry
Or would you hold the tears from fear?
And all the crazy reactions,
the threats spoken in my ears,
Mother do you see all this pain?
Who deserves to be blamed?”
“All the things I have given you,
How could you hurt me so much, mom?
Loving you wasn’t easy
But I am glad this is done”