"Mama, how do my pedals look in your eyes? Am I not the one you birthed in the mist of your passion? Gave your body up for just a drop? Now, I'm in the womb, unsuspected of an unknown world. I come out where's daddy? Mama, what kind of soil have you planted me in? Having to take care of me on your own, working just to make it. Could never imagine the struggle. Mama, how do my pedals look? Had to learn at an early age to be a man. Roads were bumpy but a hard head makes a soft behind. And, I felt every blow. All the means to show my pedals, my unwillingness to not give up my appreciation for the gift, you've given to me. Life."
©gazeldeas
G