What would it take to wrangle your pride?
True to your lable the minimal you provide
Your breaking me down, too tired to hide

Treatment unfair, yet you demand toleration
Since I was 5 you had my utmost admoration
All I'm asking for is a little congratulations!

Instead you doubt my goals and ambition
Singing you're wrongs no song of admision
Supposed to shelter me from these conditions

To hold me when I cry and rock me back to sleep
Teach me how to thank the Lord, pray my soul to keep
This little girl is thinking she has sowed what is reaped




But all I can think to my self is "Momma, practice what you preach."