With strains and pain she brought us out
All she is a producer of all out of us.
None ever thought to be so much better.

Then you grow into the right direction
Differentiate the good with bad
Representing the male patriarch
Wrapping all what we like
Fixing their selfish decisions best
Never seen so selfish.

What she says be right
Make it happen
Do what she wants to
Like a black colour
Turns all around to darkness
Dressed so badly
She’ll mock you to zero.
Even a prostitute
turns your lip gloss to
Injection of jealousy
Compared with peers.

Created a space of reserved
With heads dumped into the academic excellence
Made her children introvert.

Never could they move out in a desired manner
Vixen’s eyes all over
With brainwash tech in head.

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