Unplanned, yes it's true,
Unplanned, yes it's true,
I have cried my tears and accepted my fate.
What does that have to do with you?
Why do you only give me hate?
I've endured the too personal
I've gone through the pain
All the advise, almost burnable
Now my name will always carry that stain
I am no less than any other
Only praying to make it through today
Does that make me less of a mother?
Don't worry our future is underway
I may not be innocent as a dove
But my family is filled with love
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