Mom
Your locs are a crown
I hope you know that
Don’t ever slick them back
Into the suffocating ponytail that you once wore
Your voice, soothing like seashells
Blue like the waves
That we watch together
You lay down your barriers
And I draw near
You listen to my complaints
I fear nothing but the times we can’t see each other
Fill up the silence with your words
Your advice glows sky blue
After lifting my weight off my chest,
You guide me to the light
You guide me to where my thoughts can’t hurt me
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