Mamas Everywhere
There are Mamas everywhere,
Hanging their head,
Not many snacks in the kitchen.
There are Mamas with sore hands,
From keeping them happy and fed,
As well as all else that comes with the job.
There are Mamas everywhere,
Who think they're alone,
Feeling less while they're building.
Judgement moreso from within,
Suddenly, perceiving growth,
Comes in glimpses only.
There are Mamas everywhere,
Ones just like me,
Who are beyond grateful for the luxuries.
The conveniences that others enjoy daily,
Aren't something we see,
Though we see our children.
There are Mamas everywhere,
Paving the way for the future,
Struggling now and thriving later.
We are learning with our hands,
Confident to calling though unsure,
We deserve what we dream of for our tribes.
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