She loves me because 

She loves me because

I must learn the times tables

I was born with plans

She loves me because

Wooden planks teach good lessons 

To ringing red hands

She loves me because

She would like me beautiful

As mother made her

She loves me because

She molded my newborn nose

So I’ll be better

She loves me because

Sweet treats will make you chubby

I’m told every night

She loves me because

She listens to me screaming

That this isn’t right

She loves me because

This is how you show your love

To one of your own

She loves me because

She’s telling what she’s been told

Stories she was sown

by Atta Wongsuchat

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