Just a small child, I dont understand.
Why did you slapped the back of my hand?
Its hot!, you say, but I still dont know,
I just feel pain from that sudden blow.
I start to cry, and you look so stern.
I just want a hug, but you want me to learn?
Learn what?, I ask. To be unloved,
by this tall scary person standing above?
Werent you the one who tucked me in,
and when I fell, anointed my skin?
Werent you the one who dried my tears,
and gently bathed me these couple of years?
Just a small child, I dont understand,
why is your voice now deep as the sand?
Why do you yell and