My Mother's Name Is Pam
Maybe she's a stranger.
To the rest of the world unknown.
Far from being famous.
Devoured by a world, cruel and dangerous.
Treated as if she were contagious.
She's become a faint memory, a stranger without a face.
Set aside and ostracized.
It's easier to routinely erase her, rather embrace her.
If you'll recall it reads justice for all, it clearly said.
Is this false? Mislead?
Not anyone's problem, not worth solving.
Says who?
She was an angel, they just never knew.
God is her way and her light, this I already know..
My mother's name is Pam.
Not Jane Doe
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