I was dead

Being a girl, I was shocked,

When you blamed that I stole your childhood.

Being a daughter, I was dismayed;

When you blared that I slipped your honor.

Being a sis, I was disheartened;

When you darned that I took your future.

Being a friend, I was offended,

When you damned that I denied affection.

Being a woman, I was aggrieved;

When you faulted that I didn’t take care of you.

Being a mother, I was dead;

When you deuced that I didn't love you;