The heart of a home is a mother,
A homeless child is definitely never,
Woman speaks the loudest heart,
And yet we find it hard,
Hard to be understood by,
Hard to comprehend even ourselves at times.
Mama, look,
We are all equal,
Your stories may not be the same,
But our struggles are real.
Mama, look,
Don’t compromise with judgements,
It’s a never ending tale,
Instead let’s build and find ourselves together,
Most importantly, you be You.