I'm on stand, i'm on trial
my life's weighed all the while
constantly compared
brothers sisters family friends
wont know when this torture ends
red horns she laughs a cackle
snap pop whip goes the chain
slavery queen mother reigns
biological debatable
certainly hateable
with a pop of a pill
sweet smile returns
arrival of an outsider
sting no longer burns
a story of a twister mother
and her turns.
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