Hi, baby girl, it’s your mommy, and, you should’ve turned SEVEN this month, but, you’re, already DEAD!!! To a child, that never made it, I, as your mother, have NO regrets for NOT having you, because I know it’s for the best (not just for me, but for you also!), that you never come out of my body, and get EXPOSED to this SHITTY god DAMN fucking (oopsy, slipped!!!) world.
not my photograph…
And besides, I already KNOW what would’ve happened, had you gotten pulled out of my you-know-where already, and I will do EVERYTHING I know of, to PREVENT that from happenin’.
To a child, that never made it, I know you would’ve adapted very well, in this god DAMN world that’s so full of FUCKING shit, but, as your mother, I will make sure, that you NEVER get exposed to what I was exposed to growing up, and that was still??? Oh yeah, years of never-ending ABUSE and NEGLECT, because I am in control here (there it is again, my CONTROL-FREAK tendencies!!!).
To a child that never made it, I won’t have you, and I’m no longer sad over it anymore, and now, when I see young children, I’d feel, absolutely NOTHING (unless that time of the month, and your point being???), and this, would be, for the best, because at least, I KNOW that I’m a good mama, who protected her own baby girl from getting ABUSED and NEGLECTED, and no child, I will NOT allow you to get married, or have that M***ER F***ING (and your point being???), GRANDSON that runs around in circles, puts words into EVERYBODY’s MOUTH, becomes a dog if he ever comes across one, becomes a duck that goes “quack, quack, quack, waddle, waddle, waddle”, or a doggie that goes, sniff, sniff, sniff, wag, wag, wag, woof-woof-woof either!
not my photo here still…
And now, good boy, sit, stay, go FETCH mommy her pink bunny slippers, why don’t you, and FYI people, I still don’t own those, as they are still, effeminating to me, takes away from my “MANhood” here!!!
Life, the Obstacle Course 