Don’t pray for me.
     I am the dammed you bore to the earth
     Lamb left for prey
     To demon and harpy
     The one who will never respect
     Because you don't respect yourself

Save your pity.
     Give it to those who don’t know
     Strangers who believe your smiles
     And have not seen your heart
     Colder than frozen tundra
     Barren for the unwanted

Keep life’s meaningless words.
     Each fall like drool from a mastiff
     Only loving its master when fed
     I have nothing you want
     Work and love is not enough
     My child is grown 

Find your male heirs.
     This is only my father’s child
     His destruction and rage is mine
     It’s all I can claim from childhood
     What’s been left to a scavenger
     Nothing valued
 

Offer them your best.
     Promised debit paid to the dying
     I became the friend inside
     Youthful support, shoulder and ear
     To be discarded
     I owe no more 

Hide your fineness.
     Pretty praises of silver and gold
     For those who pity the martyr
     You, the puppeteer
     Who pulls on bully’s strings
     Exploiting one fear

Hold hope’s false grail.
     Your soulless love cherished by Church
     Empty robes feed upon guild
     Reality the blackened nightmare
     Left to haunt unnecessary children
     Mistakenly conceived

Seize your pious dream
     I am bitter disappointment
     A failure every mother gloriously owns
     To gossip in each friend’s ear
     No stories of faceless boys or monster husband
     Just daughter death
     And Mother will never understand