She was flawed like us all,
Yet she was perfect.

Her words crushed you like boulder,
Yet at times they were the only melodies.

Her ways could be wicked, yet she’s the
Only comfort you seek.

She has displayed weakness,
yet she’s is the strongest person yk.

she gave her final words,
and you broke.

Yet those same words
gave you the will to live.


Thank you Monica Miller,
my yet, and my  mother.