The Essence Of Who I Am

We are all afraid that we are going to grow up to be like our mothers

To give into our manipulative ways, our fire stoked until all we can do is burst out our flaming color

Falling into the legacy, trapping us one after another

Until one day we realize that we tried so hard to not becomes our mothers

That we forgot all we needed to do for our daughter is love her

M.A.P

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