I came into a world with a mom fighting to make a dollar plural this earth she curled emotions swirled she got a baby boy and a beautiful girl she had warrior skin but on the inside a priceless pearl many years she was a lonely lover put a cover on her hearty suffer I couldn't of asked for a better mother her warm arms always smothered gifted with hard work her path could not be rougher when you look her in the eye all you see is kindness but when you see her resume I promise it is the finest she found her true love gods gift from up above for she deserves the finest her love treated like a highness lifted only the highest no drugs our family woven the tightest like warm gloves with a world of darkness now it's all doves you want to see a hero it's her unsung her trophies unhung but to me she's the real MVP no puns...
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PoetryMy everyday writings about the world in my eyes good or bad, bright or dark, but they are all mine! Very Rough and Very Raw! Also very little punctuation!
