I AM LIKE MY MOTHER

 I have a feeling that I am like my mother. 

I have heard myself hiss like she does.

I scream like she would.

I talk just like she sounds.

And I have humor which is brutal force.

I've had my lover tell me I never listen,

This is something my father has told me about my mother.

That she is strong headed and takes time to let her guard down.

I know I am almost like my mother.

Pretty, but daring.

I am fragile, but I pretend not to be. 

The only thing I didn't inherit from my mother are the things she didn't get from her mother.

I would be honest; I do not cook like my mother.

I do not judge like my mother, even though I tend to judge like a woman.

I would say I share the irritation my mother shares towards dirt. 

I would brag that I know the Names of God and The Presence of Angels.

I do not carry my mother's curses.

I broke off anything that could rub off on me. 

But just like my mother, I dare to dream. 

I want to talk about my mother's flaw, but I dare not. 

My mother would summon me to her door and tell me of how much pains she felt for 9 months and more.

I wonder if my mother ever got heartbroken, lost a job or almost gave herself up. 

I am reminded that she is human whenever I see her smile on days when I visit, and her husband makes her glad. 

When she gets upset and tells me things I don't desire to hear. 

Definitely, I am almost like my mother.

I can tell from my images and her habits.

I can tell from the laughter and my strong Èdè 

I can tell from how my father looks at me and nods his head. Very satisfied at what he sees.

I am the advanced version of my mother.

Because the goal is to grow and raise a generation greater than the previous.