Sebrina Rreinardy


Mother

She sent me away, so she could play,
It's better for you to go away,
Home you can come, when I have a mate,
I was only a child of eight, for such a fate,

With my cousins, I was told to stay,
Plenty of kids for work and play,
Under the stairs was my bed,
Oh the thoughts that filled my head,

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