Hey Mama

Hey Mama,

Tell me, how do I make friends?

It seems like all the kids hate me,

(One pulled down my pants).

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They stole all my crayons,

Made fun of my hair,

And said I’d be alone forever,

Now the trash can is my friend.

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It isn’t fair,

How people hate you without a care.

All the adults talk about hurt,

But then they sit on their hands,

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When we hurt each other,

Don’t teach us to love another.

Then wonder why schools are shot up,

Viscous red next to the apple juice.

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Hey Mama,

Tell me, how do I cook?

I tried to make some spaghetti,

And now I’m burned and shook.

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I nearly set the house on fire,

Cried and panicked for hours.

Don’t want to try again,

But I want some bacon and eggs…

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I’m stumbling through this world,

With no life skills.

I’m tumbling through the goal posts,

Hyped up on pills.

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I want to photosynthesize,

Instead I’m paralyzed.

Grab a knife and a tomato,

Say a pray and push through.

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Hey Mama,

Tell me, how do I get a job?

I want to be successful, but

Don’t want to lose my spark.

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Everyone is ‘on the grind,’

I have a friend who wants to die.

And I’m fearing for my future,

For my life.

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Why do we have to hurt ourselves,

To prove we’re worth life?

Isn’t living in this world,

Giving us enough strife?

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I feel like I can make it,

But I just can’t shake it.

The feeling that one disaster,

And I’m done with this life.

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Hey Mama,

Tell me, how do I get a lover?

I know this girl and, damn—

I really love her.

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She’s just too good for me,

And I think I’m too ugly,

So can you give me some advice,

Say to her something nice.

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It isn’t fair,

How love is a game,

But it feels like a war.

I want a player two.

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I want her arms around me,

But my tongue is tied in knots.

Can’t I just walk up to her,

And skip a few years, tie the knot?

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Hey Mama,

Tell me, why is the world unfair?

You’re the only person I trust,

Because you’re the only that cares.

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I can feel myself becoming jaded,

With hatred.

But I don’t want to be like that,

So now I’m wasted.

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Texting a number that’s no longer yours,

Tears down my face.

Wiping off the snot off my nose,

Calling myself a disgrace.

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Life isn’t fair,

And I know this for a fact,

Because if it was…

It’d give me my Mama back.