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You are not a mother
But a pimp

Not a caretaker for your child
But a lost wretch, valued by no one alive
A negative value on this planet
It would be better if you never existed

No child deserves
The pain you've caused

You think no one knows?
No one sees?
I see
They all see
They do nothing, asking "why"?

I watch the two interact for five minutes
And feel the need to bathe and possibly vomit
It's clear to the world
And to you, too
How do you live

With yourself?
Paying the rent with your child's body and private parts, her humanness
Her future, her life

She will never know love
Will never find a partner
Who doesn't hurt her
She will never be happy
And it is your fault,
You mothering whore, you waste of flesh
Your evil
Bends my insides
To impossible, withering, grotesque positions
I share the pain of helplessness
With your daughter