The woman I created
I would push myself everyday
To walk the streets abandoned by my mother
Wrap my words with her lies
And sell them as truth
She would lend me her voice to call out my demons
I would peek into her secret world
Through the tunnel of my lost soul
Watch her project her life into places she visited
Stealing her touch from those places
She would teach me her miracles
Miracles I was afraid of
That was then
And now as I look at myself
I have become the woman my mother never was
All it took was to wash my feet with my own tears
And walk down the roads I had created
Be the woman I knew I was inside
I am the woman
I created
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