Hi, my name is Mary. Do you know why I seem wary? Before my parents gave me love, but then it withered like an old glove. My days were short and hurtful, even if I act careful. My father threatened me everyday, my mother ignored me in every way. A beating was given every hour, the food given was sour. It's time to go now, my soul must not act like a sow. To my grave I disperse. Be glad you don't have my curse.