I am her mother.
It hurts,i am the reason
She almost gave up on a dream,
That saved us all.
We think it's protection.
Discouraged and taunted my own.
Now she is all grown,
Already looking for a groom.
I should have supported her.
It hurts, i am the reason
Her road was this hard,
Yet,she won.
She did her best.
Shattered the glass ceiling,
Built bridges,
And raised walls for success.
Since it turned out well for her,
It hasn't changed,
So hasn't she.
And that daughter of mine,
Is me.
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 4:29 PM UTC
I am her mother.
It hurts,i am the reason
She almost gave up on a dream,
That saved us all.
We think it's protection.
Discouraged and taunted my own.
Now she is all grown,
Already looking for a groom.
I should have supported her.
It hurts, i am the reason
Her road was this hard,
Yet,she won.
She did her best.
Shattered the glass ceiling,
Built bridges,
And raised walls for success.
Since it turned out well for her,
It hasn't changed,
So hasn't she.
And that daughter of mine,
Is me.
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