Don't give me choice
when I don't have a voice.
Give me a man who accepts his responsibility
a man who will not just lay down with me,
but a man who will go down the difficult road;
marry me, not support flushing our baby,
'cause I miss my Mother's Day.

We wanted to be mothers,
the ones who carried the seed
buried deep within us;
but we gave in to the needs
of others--our mothers, society
to maintain appearance, not go past three,
the last month to erase the shame
never knowing just who to blame;
not knowing how to challenge the abuse
to my soul;
years ago or yesterday,
still needing to be made whole;
years ago seem like yesterday,
and still there's the empty hole...
Asking
Seeking
Knocking on the door of forgiveness

Accepting the key so that I know

and can move on;
but still I miss my Mother's Day.

Being robbed of my history,

robbed of the truth of our plight

then I find out that

extermination was the plan I had to fight

A genocidal plan that just ain't right;

No wonder I miss my Mother's Day.