18 October 2018, 7:30PM
People doesn't care about me, even my mum
My dad listens to her a lot, I will tell you some
When she said, spank me hard, chain me too
That is our baby’s fault, I am just number two.
My daddy taught me to write and I don’t like.
My mum sleep on her bed, arms open wide.
She looked sometimes into a different castle,
So I continued reading with lamp and wrestle.
My brother bully me compare to younger one
Perhaps, his way of saying were equal sons.
Like my mum did, long before she got bit lazy.
She played with at our eldest, glad, untiringly.
I went to a class where I gave bare treatment
I thought of getting hurt, poor in achievement
But a dear teacher won’t surrender even I quit
Then I wonder why my mum didn’t get this bit.
One slow noon, disappearing joy in my teacher
Obviously seen, from the small book to cover
I asked why, he can’t contain, he hugged slow
And reached home, mum has cancer to show.
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