I was so filled with rage
But they called me
Beautiful
Strong
Mature
I was none of those things
I guess losing my mom,
Changed me for the better.
Now I consider myself
Beautiful
Strong
Mature
I never treated her correctly
With no respect
I was filled with rage,
I screamed
I shouted
I hurt
I'm sorry mom.
I'd do anything to change it
But I think it had to happen
To make me who I am today.
Thank you for being so strong,
You have inspired me to be the same.
I love you.
I'm sorry I never said it before.
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A Warriors Thoughts
PoetryPoetry I've written about life, sadness, love, heart break, betrayal, feelings, self love, advice and more. Thank you for reading ❤️ I hope that these poems help you in some kind of way. I hope that they help heal you in some kind of way. Everyone...
