Why did you hit me and why did you hate me; can you even begin to tell me why?
Why did you feel it necessary to hurt me; why did I daily walk to school and cry?
I was just a small child unable to fight back; my tears were my only defense
Can you respond now that I am asking; can you make all these memories make sense
Do you remember how frightened you made me; how I feared to even come in
Whenever you called me with angry intentions; my coughing and panic would begin
I cannot understand it, even this moment: why a mother would ever hurt me so
But I somehow felt, deep down inside me; that perhaps some day, you'd let me know
I struggle with things attached to my learning and thought you'd might like to know
That all of those beatings, that I had experienced: have affected my ability to grow
If for a moment you will take time to ponder and speak freely to the good God above
Perhaps He will tell you to answer inside you why you refused me a motherly love?