my mother
my mother was like every other man,
she was angry, hurt and full of rage.
Her feet used to punch the earth
when she walks down.
she used to melt in the bed.
she was like every other man.
My mother was the baby of the house,
we all tried to woo her,
to make her happy.
But she just didn't understand our language.
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she was angry, hurt and full of rage.
Her feet used to punch the earth
when she walks down.
she used to melt in the bed.
she was like every other man.
My mother was the baby of the house,
we all tried to woo her,
to make her happy.
But she just didn't understand our language.
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