When I’m away from my daughter
I’m on that chase for the all mighty dollar
Not out there hanging out
Even though at night I sometimes work at a party
How is that neglecting her?
When I’m putting food on her table
Plus I’m trying to go to school
How is that possibly not good?
And when I wasn’t working
You wanted me to
Now that I am
You’re still not happy
And I’m confused
So the daughter we created
When there was love that wasn’t hated
Will be just fine
Because one day
Mommy won’t have to work as hard
Friday, April 18, 2008
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u write well,i never bash, like u i write to remove stress, dint know u had another blog, i got yo blog on my roll fierce trusims, can i add this. u love our daughter, never questioned that, but u know u saw the pain i felt when she cried the other day,it hurt me more than u
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