helicopter parent (Queen of Pentacles, Inverted)

my baby is the only thing that’s been around
baby was there when i was born and baby is there now
on hot summer nights alone, baby was with me to listen to the radio 
sometimes, when i see other peoples babies, i get scared 
their baby gets more love than my baby. so i love on mine harder 
their baby has more parents than my baby. so i raise mine harder. 
their baby is going to a better school. even getting a better degree. 
i tell my baby it doesn’t need that. plus, i don’t have the time or money to send my baby to college, im overwhelmed as it is. 

my baby can scrape their knee and not even cry. my baby was a quiet baby. my baby knows it’s place. my baby is fine just me and my baby. my baby is tough. my baby isn’t weak like your baby. my baby’s soft spot already closed up. my baby has a thick skin. my baby can take anything. my baby can do everything. my baby’s soft spot doesn’t need much. my baby doesn’t need anything. all my baby needs is me and all i need is my baby. please do not take my baby away from me. please do not take me away from my baby. please do not have a baby that’s better than mine. because then what if my baby dies? 

what if my baby doesn’t want to be here? 

what if my baby doesn’t want me?

what if my baby wants a different family? a more stable home? a more caring creator? a more inspiring environment? i can’t afford to give my baby everything. i try so hard as it is. i don’t know what will help my baby or what will hurt my baby. a lifetime investment constantly hanging on snap decisions. 

abortion was never an option. don’t even fucking ask that. what the fuck is wrong with you. my baby saved my life and i owe everything to this little one. 

without this baby i would be an alcoholic. i’ve had some of my best drinking days with my baby. if i ever fell off the wagon i know my baby could guide me out the shadow and through to the other side.

without this baby i would be stupid. fucking and loving and marrying men who strike me like a match. my baby is the prism that expands my light. no clear image is made, but the light is beautiful. 

a projection is made from my baby, and you can see the real me. without my baby, there is no me. without my baby, i don’t have a purpose. without my baby i am nothing. i don’t want to be anything if that something does not have my baby. 

my baby makes me kind, my baby makes me caring, my baby is the light of jesus christ and reminders of my sin. my baby keeps me on the straight and narrow. my baby knows me best. my baby. my baby. there is no me without my baby. 

my baby is well behaved. my baby doesn’t talk back. my baby says yes ma’am and no sir and thank you please. my baby says bless you and holds the door open. my baby scrubs the floor with a toothbrush and is done in time for dinner. my baby doesn’t have bad friends. my baby is a good kid. my baby runs with the right crowds. my baby walks in the halls. my baby apologizes when my baby needs to. my baby looks good on paper. my baby looks well taken care of. my baby’s bones are softening. my baby’s teeth haven’t grown in. my baby is flexible, mendable, i can make my baby fit where you need my baby to be. my baby likes to be wanted. my baby wants to be loved. my baby will wait until that time comes. and my baby will be hyper vigilant when needed. my baby can be abandoned then cared for and nothing would even change. my baby will always stay. my baby will always be here. as long as i’m alive, my baby will be here. my baby is better than me. i have to protect my baby. my baby doesn’t know the troubles of the world. my baby assumes the best in your evil ass babies. my baby is a saint, looking down on sinners and knowing its sacrifice is not made in vain. your baby should repent. your baby should feel bad. you and your baby are terrible together. you’re a horrible parent. you’re just like your mother. i bet you’re just like your mother. and your baby is just like you. i would be ashamed if i was you. i couldn’t even imagine having a baby like that.