She was tired of the songs,
The words, which she heard with fright
For being a girl and all things wrong
‘If only you were a boy’ her mother exclaimed
Her heart sinking deep feeling of no use
‘I wouldn’t have to go through so much’ She was to be blamed
Day in and out she said not a word but tolerated the abuse
The girl said to her, ‘I wish I heard enough,
It’s best if I end my life it’ll do good to us both’
How was she to face a scary time so tough?
She had no where to go, no help to sort
So while her mother went to bed
She packed up her things she’d never why
Cleans up the house like she always did
Walked out the door with a simple note, which read,
‘Thank you and goodbye’
« return.