In my early years
I was poisoned with ignorance
I wasn't able to grasp the depth of sacrifices my Mother made
Disregarding, never regarding them because I was young
I didn't knew no better, but now as I've grown older
I start to fully understand it that I can fall into oceans
Drowning into different perspectives I wouldn't be able to comprehend as a child
One of them being, if I look into my woman's eyes and see no resemblance of my Mother
She isn't the one

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