Second Child

Is this one debatable detail: how worthless am I?
Answer this and I shall leave, give freedom to your eye.
Now, for all these years I’ve suffered long, release me from this lie.
Born for him and purpose served, now am I to die?

by Katherine Jackson

Comments (2)

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