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By Paris Thulare 

I am the reflection of  my own shadow,
The one behind the existence of barrows .
I am the daughter with pride ,
I am the  son at the top of a river nile .

She gave me the chance ,
yet I breathe and yes  I believe ,
Because she choose not to abort when she was caught at lion's gate .
She chose not to leave me in a corpse's cage .
She gave me a chance to live .

Who would  have thought i could  say words in such ?
Who would have thought that my wrist needs a watch ?
But Mother gave me her all .

She wrapped me up when the sun ran hot ,
She lifted up me  when the grass was Grey ,
That was when  lions wanted to prey  .

Nine months isn't a child play ,
But momma made me see the day .

She is the reason why I see this sun until dawn ,
I read book of different pages .
I stumble on top of different shapes ,
Because  i've been given the chance to live .

Thank you MOOMMA for the life you gave me.
Thank you Mdali for not abandoning me .
I'm on my way up ,
Sooner you will be proud .

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