My Mother
I am a kind person because my mother raised me
To be kind to others.
I am an artist, because my mother always praises
My talent and tells me to never give up.
My mother is my guiding star
Steering me into the light.
I am no longer shy.
When I was young I closed myself off from the world,
Until my mother helped me open my closed
Door, and rejoin the world of light.
I had allowed people with negative thoughts
About me bring me down, but my mother
Showed me how to be a proud
African American woman.
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