Take me away,
To a valley away.
Take me from here,
To a place I can think.
Let me leave grandmother,
I am not a prisoner of yours.
I hate you grandmother,
You cannot keep me in this place.
I love you grandmother,
But this prison of yours is hell.
See I can't stand this place,
I am leaving now dear lady.
I can't stand the spotless clean,
I can't stand the dreadful food.
I hate the way we live,
I'm off to see my mom.
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What! How about thinking again,
You mother is a gosh dang hoe.
Don't you dare leave me girl,
You're not allowed to leave.
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No grandmother, a hoe she's not,
My mother, to her I shall go.
My mother I love her,
And I do need her so.
For she is my dear mother,
I say no she ain't no hoe.
You will not stop my leaving,
To my mother I now go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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An interesting story. The rhymes are just Ok. There aren't all that many. There is a bit of a flow at times but not enough of one. All in all. I would say an average poem with a good story. GW62