بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

 

Can’t Get No Laptime.

Can’t Get No “Ninny.”

It’s Always Naptime.

Which Explains Why I’ve Always Been Skinny.

Where Is My Momma?

I Got The Middle Child Blues.

Where Is My Momma?

Tell her I have holes in my shoes.

Big Sister Tries.

Lil’ Brother’s a PAIN.

She Don’t Hear My Cries.

Feels Like I’m Her Bane.

Still, Deep Down, I Still Want My Momma.

She Ain’t Got No Time For Me.

Took My Sister and Brother Shopping.

Left the dishes and laundry for me.

Daddy ain’t no help neither.

He’s afraid of her.

He aught to be a man and beat her.

Cause she wanna go out and work.

And I’m left wondering…

Where is my Momma?

She Don’t Never Hear Me.

Sister and Brother – She’s All Ears.

But Me?  So Sorry…

But I Still Want My Mommy.

If I had my druthers…

Though, I was the only one who got beatings.

And Daddy left us cause he read in my diary 😥

(“I wish I had another mother.”)

Now, I’ve Grown A Little Older.

Qualified myself to be a Housewife.

But My Love’s with a devil.

Totally RUINED My Life.

But Can’t Cry To My Mother.

She and Daddy try to pimp me.

Feel like a fool.

But I blame Christianity.

Come on now, Momma,

You Could Have Done Better.

Your Babygirl Needs More,

Than Just Food, Clothes and Shelter.

Now, I’ve Got The Blues.

Always a colour I HATE.

SWITCHED IT UP TO RED!!!

Now, Can’t Seem to Get The Smile OFF MY FACE!!! 🙂

ALLAHU AKBAR!!!

NO MORE MIDDLE CHILD BLUES!!!