Her hairs black
fair skin subtle pink lips
eyes like mine
but they’re better
shallower, focused, here, always panicking
to make enough
food but makes
too much anyways she is
so frustrated by
this life and
by these tongues these tones
by this daughter
but we are
the same being different bodies
same blood different
beauty we are
mirrors of each other if
one cracks she
knows she is
much more than mom she
is the roots
