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Strong Mother


You guide me and taught me

how to turn into the women I am 

Making scarfices for me to have

the perfect life as I grow up 

 

You are as bold as an flower 

straight out of the roots of 

the lovely ground I look

up to everything you do 

 

from them long working 

nights to them one day

off a week making me see 

you obvisouly have to work

 

hard in order to get what 

you want in this generation 

Growing up as a african 

american female I learned I 

 

Have to push myself to do 10

times better than other men and 

women I have to be stronger 

Much wiser and you taught me all of 

 

them wonderful things and Gave me 

the best advice any girl growing into 

a women would need as she matured

you light up a rooom with just your

 

amazing personalilty that floats around 

a room of pepople like a colorful eye 

catching butterfly.

 

 

 

 

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