We are seeds of fruit y'all savor with relish
We are doted on without blemish
saddled with warmth of love
We are treated like a platter of gold
making us feel like we will never grow old
As we picture the future even when it seems blur

Now we are left to wander in the cold
Covered with snow and it starts to feel hellish
We are treated like a piece of trash,
abandoned like we are covered with rash

We could not peep from Mother's back
The shawl of warmth that we were saddled with,
now...