CAN'T STAND ADORE

There was a time, I saw my mother eyes
All of my fame, picture me her snyes
She makes me wear plume, and see me shuteyes
I feel longing toothsome, she cook me pyes
Make me feel supreme, like the leader birdseyes
My pride is spume, my mother do overdyes

I became seven, her love was still pure
When I reached eleven, she was still there
I felt the heaven, her love to share
She be me even, even when am obscure
She a strong women, with love to cure
They think she an oven, but she love me pure
When people say am riven, she says am manure
Our loving bond woven, against it never allure


by A.M.A, H.H.K & N.W.K-M

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