For Rosey

A poor mother,
Cries out for advice,
But her story is horrible,
Some people won't look twice.

They all judge her,
Call her the worst of names,
But this is her life,
It isn't a game.

All she wanted was some help,
But all you did was make it worse,
Her feelings for her daughter,
Are her curse.

You just couldn't accept,
That these things happen today,
You didn't need to be mean,
Those things you shouldn't say.

She looked to you,
In her time of need,
You wouldn't even spare,
For her, a good deed.

Now this may not stop,
and It's because of you,
Don't think I'm lying,
Every word I say is true.

This mother asked for guidance,
Instead she got a glare,
She tried to get help,
For the issues she and her daughter share.

You thought it was horrible,
But look, you've made it worse,
You just couldn't accept,
That her life is diverse.

Well, be proud of yourselves,
For this may not stop,
She had motivation to quit,
But you made that drop.

I'm sorry Rosey,
That these people were so rude,
Please try to stop,
and allow this story to conclude.