Motherless
Mirror mirror show me the woman
Of the womb that birthed me
Nurtured me and sheltered me
Mirror mirror find me the woman
Of the blood that flows within me
Rushing through my veins and heart
Mirror mirror tell me there is a woman
Of skin that I can recognize
At first sight and last touch
Mirror mirror
I was not borne in flesh
Mirror mirror
I fear blood does not flow within
Mirror mirror
I see no father in our visage
Mirror mother.
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