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Her mind is the remains of a diseased carcass
Jealous of even her own son and daughters
She goes by the title of mother 
Yet she abuses her kids like no other
They are her punching bags when her tongue becomes a fist
She aims her verbal punch and does not miss 

Lacking empathy, her envious nature has no remorse
She will bully with a force, 
What next? Be the cause of divorce? 

Squats in a place letting others see shes ready to feed the poor
For what reason? To earn good rewards? 
Or to serve delusions of grandeur?
Her character displays black spots revealing the truth 
While being a bully to HER youth 

Your son!
Deserves your unconditional love
Instead he struggles like a helpless child to rise above
Her abuse and manipulation 
Struggling to draw boundaries in this ugly situation
She will go as far as making her son mentally crack
Lacking remorse and without looking back 

In the darkness the moon shines bright
And from its bold presence she gets a fright
How dare another shine brighter than her every night?
The moon unconditionally gives her unwavering light
Spitting venom, the envious narcissist attacks and shows her many flaws
The moon is not a machine and as usual will ignore...
Up to a certain extent 
Until asserting its presence with no relent 

The narcissist is verbally abusive and models disrespect
Lacking empathy, she cannot introspect
Self-reflect please! 
Lady your conflict resolution skills are poor!
You've destroyed your sons sanity and life
Relationship with his wife...
what more?
Will you teach him to be an abuser too?
Just like you? 

Jannah does not lie under the feet of an abusive mother
She paves a road to hell by making others suffer
So bad that her son with all his might
Crumbles to a state of a boy and ignores his human right
Of walking away from her abuse 
Thinking he must accept it and not refuse 

Hold your tongue. Did you not know your children deserve your respect?
Not a bully who targets her son like a medalling wreck 
Of high importance is her reflection in the mirror
Her grandiose sense of self is always the winner
Broken, shattered, she has a need to control
Only God can fix the narcissist and make her whole 

She remained envious and never knew 
The moon could never be subdued
To the narcissists disrespect
And abuse due to her intellect
The narcissist never knew
That while the gentle wind blew
They both had a shine so bright
While the narcissist was a red fire
Raging with desire
I was the bold presence of the moonlight.
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