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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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