Desires win over dreams when I come to think
Of voicing my thoughts
Waking up to a new dawn
A feeling of all those firsts, and
The sense of getting things done.
An identity isn’t just what I seek
Knowing my brethren too seems bleak
Sufferings for crime unknown
O mother…I could be your daughter…your son.
Still wondering the hue my life would have taken
Facing a world new…having moments unforgotten
I crave not for the soul who laid my grave here…but
For the sentience of your love…your motherhood even out here.
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