when i was born
i didn't feel that i became a scorn
to my mother
right now
i can sense
my mother's pride
sense of empowerment
her tears shed
of sorrows
when i oppose to her beliefs
her way
of getting even
onslaught attempts of feeding me
guilt
the seeds she planted are still
pride
power
respect
dominant
through it all, my father tells me
your mother loves you
i didn't want to evolve into a version of theirs
i was and still am
determine to be better
live a better life
sun will always shine
even through my darkest hour
shine on me
shine on my soul
as i grew wise
i was born again
one more time
i thank you mom
for the creation of me