Hitting
by Le'Anne
HITTING
Why do you hit me,
Dont you know it hurts?
What would your momma say,
If she saw you hitting me first?
Would she say way to go,
or pop you on the hand?
And tell you never to do that ever again.
Do you even know why you are hitting?
Do you even care who you are hitting,
I'm your daughter, you're my mother,
Don't you love me? I guess not,
Because the only time you share,
You don't really care.