Poetry of Pain

You Will Always Be My Mother

No matter what label is in fashion, I will always be a child of Africa.

DNA story courtesy of Ancestry.com

I will not break away.
No matter what distractors say.
She is my mother and my past.
My love for her will forever last.




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