Please, Mama, I don’t like it

I push the peas around

It doesn’t matter what I like

When I’m in Mama’s house

 

If you don’t eat it for dinner

It’s breakfast in the morning

If not breakfast, then for lunchtime

And that’s your final warning

 

If eating peas will make you cry

There’s bad news all around

In Mama’s house, they give you

Something to cry about

 

Please, Mama, it feels scratchy

I scrape across my neck

It matters not to Mama

It’s her house, last we checked

 

There’s nothing wrong with cotton

And there’s nothing wrong with tags

Mama asks me if I’d rather

Go to school in rags

 

If tickles make your body mad

If touches make you shout

Hold it all inside or get

Something to cry about

 

Please, Mama, I’m alone in here

Please, Mama, stay the night

Stay till all the monsters

Are finally sleeping tight

 

Don’t talk about your Dad that way

You know your brother loves you

We don’t tell lies, now say goodnight

The way that good girls do

 

If someone makes you hurt or bleed

But you don’t have the proof

I’d probably not suggest you stay

Under Mama’s roof

 

 

Please, Mama makes no difference

Please, Mama doesn’t care

Please, Mama shuts the door

While I am running out of air

 

Please, Mama doesn’t get it

Please, Mama doesn’t see

Please, Mama says I love you

To the people hurting me

 

Please, Mama never noticed

Please, Mama turned her back

Give that girl an Emmy

For how well she can act

 

Please, Mama says she’ll never

Understand why I don’t call

Please, Mama thinks that she was right

Making me so small

 

Please, Mama is the victim now

Please, Mama is in pain

But till the day I die

Mama will not see me again