Nicki’s point of view
“Hush, little baby don't say a word, mamas gonna buy you a mocking bird and if that mocking bird don't sing Mama’s gonna buy you a diamond ring and if that diamond ring is brass , mama's gonna buy you a looking glass,” the song lyrics smoothly left my mouth and brought peace to my saddened heart. I quietly stood the edge of the window in our of our little treehouse just looking outside unto the ground… scared , broken and on agony. The cold evening breeze brought about a gust of wind around me making me pull my jacket closer to my body. No matter how hard I tried the amount of effort I made to get the song out of my head it proved more and more difficult by the second. The more I sang the more stable my heart rate got as I tried to calm myself down from yet another
