Saudade
I am Saudade; one who came and blew out the fire,
I inspire through the loss and desire,
I cannot be explained but am understood,
I have taken one from motherhood,
I am death but I am life,
I have given focus on how to survive.
When she grieved her eyes opened,
Motivated by her mother being chosen,
Inspired to live and make change,
Dedicated to knowledge with outrage,
She drives to become,
What her mother called;The one.
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