People know I want to be a mother
I don't even have to say it
I gush over babies that aren't my own
And am cast as maternal almost always
But this adorable child
With her pink heart-speckled coat
And her sectioned off banana
She's the most adorable thing at the moment
And I should be doing math
Not creeping on cute children
But I want to be a mother
And people seem to think that makes me counter-revolutionary
They say all parents fuck up all children
And I can only hope I fuck mine up in an alright way
Since I'm weird as all hell
And they're bound to have a few of my traits
But I don't even know why I'm writing this
It's odd since I'm still such a kid myself
Coraline T-Shirts and Jack Skellington PJ Pants are the height of fashion for me, at the moment
And now that my brother's here we sing kid's songs often
Though I had to take myself away to do math
But instead I'm cooing over children
But I have to study for my wretched final exam
So I can pass the class
I need to re-watch 'Bart Gets An F'
And cry with it, since it seems my perspective fate
And I'm already doting on my perspective fate
In which I do what this guy did-
Get them McDonald's Toys
And taken them to Starbucks
And sit with them as if they're the only thing in the whole world that matters
Because at that moment they will be
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