Written for my three children who have taught me my dreams have all come true through them.
I was raised to be silent.
I was taught to swallow my bitterness.
I have never known my true value.
I have never realized how worthy I am because I was
taught I had no value and was worth nothing.
It took decades to recognize my own self worth.
Decades to decide that I no longer wish to eat
the bitterness and evil that others have forced me
to swallow.
I have decided to give my own children the hope
that was never given to me.
To show these children the love that was never shown to me.
To allow them to inherit a strong spirit from the
weakened spirit that was broken in me.
With all my efforts I give to my children freely what
was never given to me.
Hopes and dreams that were never meant for me.
Stronger spirits in them that others only took pleasure
killing in me.
Mom
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