My mom is the most wonderful women in the world.
She was there when my dad abandoned me, because I was a girl.
She took good care of me her and god alone.
The only time I really heard my dad's voice was on the phone,
but even on the phone there were still lies.
To him I am noting. I am nothing in his eyes.
I wish he loved me like mommy does, but the day that happens
it will be a gift form GOD above.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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