creation of me

when i was born i didn't feel that i became a scorn to my mother right now i can sense my mother's pride sense of empowerment her tears shed of sorrows when i oppose to her beliefs her way of getting even onslaught attempts of feeding me guilt the seeds she planted are still pride power respect dominant through it all, my father tells me your mother loves you i didn't want to evolve into a version of theirs i was and still am determine to be better live a better life sun will always shine even through my darkest hour shine on me shine on my soul as i grew wise i was born again one more time i thank you mom for the creation of me