I am a Mexican
Proud as the mother of a child
My heart as big as my Mexico
I've been a slave
An addict to a drug
I lost to get what I needed
I've been a victim
My loves been taken away
There shadows still haunt me
I've been a writer
My thoughts go on paper
My feelings are read out loud
I've been an adult
I take charge nobody else
I always lead the group all the way
I am a Mexican
Proud as the mother of a child
My heart as big as my Mexico
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Well conceived and nicely brought forth with conviction. A beautiful creation. Thanks for sharing Jessica and do remain enriched.