I know but who else will

But what if I tell you
The Uncle in that white dhoti
Was extra nice to me
Jelly Poppings, Lollies, Cadbury.
Everythign in his pocket.
And in the shade by the tree.
He gave them all to me.
He call me ‘Sugar Darling’
And his words were sweet.
Like the tips of Ikzara you taste
But the ants crawling on it
Might bite your lips.
Fight for sweetness.
Pain in exchange of sweetness.
Blood in my polka dotted skirt.
But I thought those were obvious ways
In which old uncles show love
I loved the lollies more then uncles.
May be I loved myself less thne lollies.
Maybe that’s why I kepy Mum