Mother knows me physically , yet she does not know me mentally . She sees a son she loves , but hides the one she hates .
Simple words exchange between us and she caressed my hair not knowing that our thoughts prevail on different lands .Strangers from the same blood the same heart separated by thoughts. Mother does not see me she only shes my shadow . She wonders if she has gone blind when in reality she covers her own eyes as if to remove her hands and find the child she imagined she would have . Mother face me like you face everyday you take on as a single parent . Let me show you what a good child i've become when really im imperfect .
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