Mama Poem by John Young

Mama



My mama breaths through me
like the taste of ever-lasting sweet nectar from out of a tree
our minds are one
she is my matrix
for my body cannot live without her mind
the touch of her carefully god made hands
touch my skin I fear no man
for I will fight 100 man
to keep the bound of this son and mother and also close friend

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