Behold you, who brought me live and makes me a man, you schooled me with hard nurse when I was little, naïve and young till I'm ripened.
You taught me how to look or talk to amuse and, how to live, love and create places for those I do love.
You back me by your back to paddle here and there, to wherever that you inched while I bit your back and spoilt my cloth and those on you too, but you still insisted that I must look good.
But now that I can talk to whole world, my words can keep to sink through every human skull and eyes to read through your son's making, so I'll make sure you emerge out of all the pain that I put you go through. Mama, even though that I known I can't source it a pay, but now it's time to see the man you built come through with no pain. For Mama you'll be the mention that I'll mention everyday when I rise!
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