I am your Mother, the root of your existence Tumbleweed.  Will the stranger use you as kindling until you're completely consumed? I beg my father for mercy to be poured upon you.

Born in the Barrio. Tasted the horror. Moved at 15 to a one horse town. It still had a taste of the horror but paled in comparison. Couldn't rise above it until you. You made me and who I was and still am today.  Taste and see how good it is to be me. Be free.

Hormones raging loving girlfriends.
Worried Mum. Your only 17. Too young for commitments. Come home.

"I want a new life. I've worked 18 years and have nothing!"
So, you hate me? She asked.
"Hate's a strong word to use. I'm just frustrated."
So you hate me, she declares.
" I won't let you beat me down with your words anymore. I trusted you with my money because I thought you were smart and would make me prosper but you make me feel like a Chump."

I'm mad at you for not being happy. The creator angry at it's creation.
You doomed yourself tasting the forbidden I warned against. Innocence lost. Those little hands and feet I washed with my kisses.