'The Mother' - Poem by Latedra Ellis
She’s known as the mother
But, she doesn’t act like a mother
You’ll never see her show it
Only her madness
Noone knows what she needs to make her happy
She’s a careless and unhappy woman
She only has time for herself
No second thoughts about others
I’ve heard of her
But, where is she?
The real mother?
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