No Love

Growing up l wanted to be,
Like the person that helped me;
Deliver this child society gave me,
Life labelled me a misfortune being;
Is this who I was meant to be?
A mother of three,
When in reality I need a mother's treat;
I'm just a child in these streets.

Who needs something to give to these kids,
Although I also need these keys;
Cause I stand at the door of starvation,
And I need a taste of satisfaction;
I'm a child deprived of a need,
Yet forced to sow a seed;...