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My mother wasn’t born this strong.

No, her strength comes from years of labor.

Labor of the body, 

Labor of the mind.

My mother’s shoulders are strong;

It was a moment, as fleeting as the click of a heel on wood.

It was like looking in a mirror. If the mirror was distorted and cruel in nature.

Thump thump 

You see nothing 

through your stale pride 

Your black and white lenses 

Your punishments and rewards 

Your fake smiles and deceit 

Thu thump