She tells me she can't come see Her baby play the clarinet tonight Her idea when I was in 5th grade To have something musical To bring out some creativity Evidently, I wasn't spectacular enough With just being myself She looked up to my sister And she looked down upon me I asked her with tears in my eyes Told her it was nearing the last She said she was tired That she didn't really feel like it The woman that told me that anything could be the last She told me that there would be more
Reason for writing:
My mother was the one that encouraged me to play the clarinet and she said she'd always support me but her eyes fall on my sister's beauty and vocal talents.
Birth sign: Libra
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