amoo – a story with collom lunes

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 

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