** The following poem is based on the the life of legendary murder suspect Lizzie Borden, who was accused of brutally killing her father and step-mother with a hatchet.
It's a girl!
It's a girl!
It's a girl.
I disappointed you from the start
When all I ever wanted was the love of your heart
You named me Andrew, finally a male heir
A life full of denial - regret for what wasn't there
Your true love left you at an early age
The one you replaced her with filled me with rage
Why were we never good enough for you?
Why did you need somebody new?
The money
The money
The money
It was never enough
You tried to buy back your pride
In our tiny house you would hide
Do you realize
What it really cost?
The pain that I carried inside?
She lived in our house despite the hate
A love divided, the cruelty of fate
You told us you'd leave us what we deserved
I knew in my heart justice would be served
I waited with Emma for the day to come
You tried to buy us off with a measly sum
That was the straw that started it all
And the house of Borden began to fall
The money
The money
The money
It was never enough
You tried to buy back your pride
In our tiny house you would hide
Do you realize
What it really cost?
The pain that I carried inside?
The plan began with a poisoned pot
Death wish from the beginning? Or maybe not
Then who is to say what happened next
Events that would leave the nation perplexed
Was it really me with the blood on my dress?
Was it really me?
I will never confess
My days lived out, quiet and coy
And you with no face, still dreaming of a boy
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