I do not call her mother

nor do I call her mom.

We are not related,

but she thinks I’m very strong.

She can see I’m trying

in this overwhelming life

Even when I’m lying.

She knows the right advice.

Sometimes when I am melancholy

and urge to take the knife,

She brings me back to reality.

I escape all the hype.

When I feel confusion,

She takes me by the hand.

she helps me understand

my importance on this land.

Again, she’s not my mother

but a wise and caring soul;

Who took on this broken girl

and started to make her whole.

Thank you for your patience

and thanks for all your love.

Thanks for seeing something more,

because what I see isn’t enough.

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