A tiny babe is born unwanted from the start.

A perfect little angel a smile to melt your heart.       

Too often she's awakened by angry words and shouts.

Too soon the child will learn what the screaming is about.

Can they be talkin' about me? I'm dist a widdle kid.

I know they said my name but I don't know what I did.

You know you didn't want her. Can't tell what else they said

Maybe I won't hear no more if I cover up my head..

I'll try to be the bestest girl so they won't be so mad

But weally I don't even know what I did that was bad..

Mommy, what's a matter? Does Daddy hate me too?

Maybe you can send me back and I won't ask for you.

I'll tell 'em where the kids come from I's sent to the wrong place.

You an' Daddy can be happy when you don't hafta see my face. OK?

Written by M. Lanette Ross

Copyright 1997

Used by permission