I was dead

Being a girl, I was shocked,
When you blamed that I stole your childhood.
Being a daughter, I was dismayed;
When you blared that I slipped your honor.
Being a sis, I was disheartened;
When you darned that I took your future.
Being a friend, I was offended,
When you damned that I denied affection.
Being a woman, I was aggrieved;
When you faulted that I didn’t take care of you.
Being a mother, I was dead;
When you deuced that I didn't love you;


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