My Mentor
This one’s for my mom
The one who has supported me even before day one
There is something special about her
On the darkest days she is my sun
A woman of pure grace
A person who showed me the good and the bad
A role model above all
She carries my weight when I am sad
She taught me dignity
She taught me pride
She taught me how to spell my name
She caught me when I lied
My morals come from her
My love for her is immense
My whole existence is dedicated to her
You and me mom, we make sense
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