MY NEED

Mom got pregnancy in hard,
Wait for me in proud,
Says I am child of Mohamed.

When hard that I cry,
I said "I am Husna Johari,
Name of mom not dad.

All they shock and suprise,
Came to me and advice,
But they end by being worse.

Now daddy speak in force,
Sees mom like a source,
But mom stay with no choice.

I speak without filling shy,
Mom has support like a shy,
Though daddy has big try.

When I said, he became hungry,
Leave they familly in harry,
Without giving us salary.

This poem is about: 
Me

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