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I have a broad back, mama say to me
Carry the weight, that never, I would believe:
Burdens that was too heavy for me:
In her absence, I began to see

How much, that weight has taught me:

About myself, about my outlook, about ‘issues,’
Revealing unproductive thoughts, I tell myself;
I have experience, I have heard,

Echoes from someone else ‘too great for me!’

I have a broad back, mama say to me
I hated the weight, because I felt
The weight has kill my dreams:
But I remember mama’s hard work, mama’s love,
Mama’s way of pushing me forward:
That I can make it, to see how far, I have come,
To see that I can believe—in the dream,
That seems far—distant, that is still awaiting me:
To see how much I have succeeded:
“This broad back has carried me—graciously!”
Even when, there was so much against me:
I am thankful, that mama saw the dream—first:
And encourage me, to be hopeful, in her absence,
in her presence and encourage me to still hold on
To my amazing dreams.

Empress Journee