Can we call out that woman – the one who hates, Who won’t support her sister until it’s too late. Who gives support to the man who does women harm, Even though she knows he’s the one in the wrong.
I visit my friend and she’s at the table,
Feeding her son who is perfectly able,
To eat on his own. He’s almost a teen!
I wonder why it is that she just can’t see.
With a spoon in her hand and love in her heart,
This is her way of bringing him up.