My Mama

Struggle deep within her battered soul,

Decieved by those who she loved most,

Mornings are hard but nights are even harder,

Crying many tears over those who lack empathy,

Though this pain never detered her,

The more pain the harder she worked,

Supporting a family of 3 in an unforgiving society,

Drama and stress brought upon by snakes in the grass,

Though she wakes up, goes to work, and prays for another day to pass,

If life was Success 101 she'd be teaching the class,

Her beautiful hair crashes down her shoulders like polished brass,

I have a love for this woman that will always last,

My Mama.

 

 

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