They say a daughter reflects what her mother is. I say, no! I'm not my mother. She sees the best in everyone, I assume worst. She holds scars but smiles outside, I scream about pain. She loves and supports everyone at any cost, I disappoint people around me. Somebody put her in worst of situations, she remains kind, I take vengeance and hurt myself even more. There are Angels God puts on this Earth, I've one. I call her mama, On my name & life , I can't even stand the shadow of her.