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.