it was trivial to think mother haven't thought about you because she sees, she sees the scars beneath your shame and the lies beneath your name, she sees the screams beneath your smiles and the cries beneath your games (she sees the splattered blood on the pavement and on the soles of your shoes) she sees but doesn't reach along the bays of the oceans to the depths of you and she swallows the fate of her children and conjure courage and bravery but mother knows and sees all but does not care.
