She took what no man can take. Bore what no man can bear. Walking with evidence that she just had sex. But damn!, she was proud it wasn't her ex. Became two instead of one. One she rejected for two. With a swollen face she believes he will set a pace. After all the pain she hopes to gain. With an aim, now to be raised. To raise a hero to save. To save the land of her birth. A hero was born by a slave. A slave she remained to the hero. He was trained to save slaves.
In the midst of other heroes he lost the way. The way to lead him to break the chains. She screamed in panic and tears. But behind the scream was a whisper of love. To show him the way back to his roots. The roots to save the chained. Indeed behind every scream of a mother is an iota of love. Happy Mother's Day!
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