Dear mother, your curse is your blessing
Yes, your curse is your blessing
The reason you smile, is the reason you frown
The reason you are appreciated and celebrated is the reason you are rejected
Your shame is your fame
He called you fresh and tasty once in time, now your name is old and stale
He hates the stretch marks on your body, your saggy breasts hurts his eyes
He could not bear to touch you, let alone stroke your body
There are other options for him, younger and fresher but not You
Yes, your curse is your blessing
The reason you smile, is the reason you frown
The reason you are appreciated and celebrated is the reason you are rejected
Your shame is your fame
He called you fresh and tasty once in time, now your name is old and stale
He hates the stretch marks on your body, your saggy breasts hurts his eyes
He could not bear to touch you, let alone stroke your body
There are other options for him, younger and fresher but not You
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